You telling me you never boinked the LC? Ever?’ ‘Charles and I were, are, friends. That’s it.’ McNab grabbed her arm, hauled her back a step. ‘You let me think you were boinking him.’ ‘No, you let you think I was.’ She poked a finger into his chest. ‘And made an ass of yourself, which is a pretty short walk, really.’ ‘You – he—’ He paced down the hall and back again. ‘Why?’ ‘Because we were friends, and because I was boinking you, moron.’ ‘But we broke up because . . .’ ‘Because, instead of asking what was going on, you accused and you ordered, and took that short walk to Assville.’ ‘And you
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