Fed up watching her struggle, I stomp forward and yank her pants down. She gasps. I smirk. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.” She bares her teeth, venom in her eyes. She’s as ill-tempered as a yearling. “Asshole,” she hisses. I straighten and grip her arm. “Damn it, Fallon. Stop fighting me and let me take care of you.” She lifts her chin. “And if I don’t?” My jaw tightens. “Fallon Calamity McGraw—” “You promised you’d never use that against me,” she hisses. The memory of her confessing her middle name has me grinning. “I ain’t using it against you, I’m telling you how it is. I’ll drag you out
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