A real arsehole most of the time.” She shuddered in his arms with tears and laughter. “Can’t stand him myself,” Stuart continued. “Big blond brute strutting around with all his height and his massive brain and his handsome face—and he’s getting too old to still be that handsome. You better believe I resent the hell out of it.” “Tell me about it,” she groaned. “He’s prettier now than he was twenty years ago. I hate him.” “Oh, and there’s that look he gives you. You know the look. The magnifying glass in the sunlight look, and you’re there on the sidewalk like an ant burnt to a crisp.” “I know
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