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The girl had the entire male population of New York kissing her ass, and I didn’t care to be included in that circle jerk.
tossed my bikini top under the hood. “Don’t psychopaths like souvenirs?”
“A woman is like a tea bag—you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.” —Eleanor Roosevelt
“And why would it be such a bad idea?” I didn’t look at her, but I felt her sad smile. “Because you’ll fall in love with her,” she said. “And she won’t love you back.”
She always did say I was a psychopath—might as well show her one.
“You assumed wrong,” I said dryly. “If we wrote down all the stupid shit you’ve done, that book would be thicker than the fucking Bible.”
ran a hand down my face. Jesus. I’d wanted a wife and I got a damn heart-attack waiting to happen.
