“Even so, thank you, that was very gallant what you did in there.” He narrows his eyes on me. “Gallant?” “Uhh, you know …” I’m stuttering under his intensity. “Like, chivalrous.” “Sounds like you’re calling me old. Or old-fashioned.” My mouth opens and closes a couple of times, thinking I’ve offended him somehow, but then I spot the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He’s teasing me. Dear sweet Jesus. This man is hiding a sense of humor underneath that gruff exterior. This isn’t fair. “Let’s just say that girls like me don’t happen to come across men like you very often. I mean, especially
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