“Maybe that’s ’cause you want to keep ’er. But women like that don’t want to be kept.” “Isn’t that what you want?” I fire back, arching a brow. “To keep her?” Something flashes across his eyes, an emotion that’s gone before I can place it. He smiles, revealing blackened teeth. “Ain’t no sense in keepin’ something that stays willingly. I don’t like possessin’ things, not unless I have to.”
