I snorted. “Princess, you couldn’t look horrible if you tried.” Even though she looked more tired than usual, with purple smudges beneath her eyes and her skin lacking its usual glow, she still blew other women out of the water. Bridget’s eyebrows shot up. “Was that another compliment, Mr. Larsen? Two in two years. Careful, or I’ll think you like me.” “Take it however you want,” I drawled. “But I’ll like you the day you like me.”
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