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“Mmmrrrrmmrrggh,” explained Tarleton.
“Love is not supposed to be convenient, my flower. It is supposed to be transcendent.”
“That’s the thing about rescuing people,” remarked Tarleton loftily. “Sometimes they’re fleeing something entirely harmless, and others they’re not even aware they’re in need of rescue. Also, bees can’t get rabies.”
There was something, he was beginning to think, a little terrifying about someone who could be at once so indomitable and so fragile.
“Do you actively want everyone to think you’re an utter arse?” “I don’t want to be thought of at all.” A pause. “You . . . what?” “I just want to live quietly, in my own way.”
“In my admittedly tragically limited experience,” said Bonny gently, “very few people are as certain as they pretend to be.”
