“I’m a selfish bastard. You should know that about me.” I set the liquor down on the desk, tilted my head to the side, watching him. “What makes you think so?” “Because I look at you, and I think, you and me, we’re going to get married one day. And then, if you’re a very good wife…” His eyes skated over my face as he paused, and it felt like a loving caress; but it also felt possessive and dangerous. His cadence dropped, deepened, as his stare settled on my lips. “If you’re a very good wife, we’ll have a mortgage.” I blinked. The lull of his voice masked the meaning of his words for a split
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