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He reminded me of a caged tiger: huge, magnificent, and scary as hell.
Heath had always been a whiny little bitch.
“You’re Number Five. Human frailty be damned.”
Mia smiled for the first time that day. It was closed-mouthed and edged with anxiety, but it was a smile. And for some reason I was furious it wasn’t directed at me.
“And … and you’ll eat lunch too. It’s two o’clock and you haven’t left your desk all morning.”
“Clearly your thinking about your health and welfare has been less than stellar. I’m going to be doing the thinking now. We’ll start by getting you to hospital.”
“I can be a right bastad when I’m worried. Brings out the worst in me.”
“Gruff and hard on the outside, but inside – marshmallow and kitten fur.”
For the last six months he’s been like an aggressive Eeyore on steroids.
Peace-loving, chilled surfer chick Yaz had officially left the building.
“Yaz, why do I have a stone for recharging vaginas in my house?” Max asked, which I thought was a reasonable question.
“Yaz, stop putting sex stones in my house – it’s weird. And I asked you to stop embarrassing Mia.”
as the result of his beer consumption. “E’s blockin’ yer way which you hate. Your hand’s in’t fur of dog ’cause yer stressed and …”
“Jesus dude, I applaud you for the safe sex and all but that’s a little aggressive for The Pig and Whistle on a Thursday night. Just saying.”
“That’s your big secret, isn’t it?” she said. “What’s that?” “You – you’re kind. You’re a good man. You would never hurt me.” “No, love,” I said softly, searching her face and pushing her fringe back from her forehead. “Not ever.”
“I’m fine. You won’t scare me. I want the real Max. My Max. Be real with me, please.”
With real strength comes the integrity not to use physicality to control others, or emotional abuse to chip someone down to a shadow of their former self. Real strength means helping to build someone up so that they can be a real partner, an equal.
Terminator. I would argue that your cup-reaching ability is crucial to your work performance.”
“No billionaire psychopath is going to keep her from me, and nobody is going to hurt her. Not any more.”
He was such a dick!
Nate wasn’t going to touch my Max.
“You’re the one in a hospital bed, but me missing a couple of hours of sleep is obviously the priority. You’re impossible.”
“Don’t you understand why I should move away? Why I should get another job? You deserve someone normal, for Christ’s sake. And it’s not like I just broke a bone – something quantifiable, something definite, something you can fix. I’m broken in a thousand small ways, tiny little jarring bits of twisted psyche all coming together to make me entirely fucked up!”
“Do you know what says ‘bugger you’ more than anything? What really sticks it to the bastads? It’s living a good life, despite what’s happened to you before. It’s letting yourself be happy. Otherwise, love … otherwise they win.
“Always a bonus to work with someone who’s not a raving psychopath and who isn’t attempting to murder one of our employees,”
“I know you can survive small talk. You’ve proved you can survive just about anything. But with me you’re not going to just survive. You’re going to live and that does not include making small talk with a bunch of bastads that make you uncomfortable.”
But with me you’re not going to just survive. You’re going to live and that does not include making small talk with a bunch of bastads that make you uncomfortable.”
This was how I won. Living this unperfect life surrounded by love was my victory.