Bastard, she thought with a sort of amused disgust. She couldn’t decide if he was the luckiest son of a bitch alive, or she was the unluckiest. She supposed that was probably an odd thought considering his home had just burned down, but he’d survived, which was pretty damned lucky to her mind, and now he was getting her bed. Bastard.
CJ, you keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. You keep referring to Mac as a Bastard in your head and you don't know a thing about his poor parents. You obviously find him pleasant to look at and he hasn't done anything that could be deemed overly despicable. Is this your pet name for men who mildly inconvenience you?
