Sam shook her head at me. “You are so bloody stubborn.” Was she kidding? “Baby, three words: pot, kettle, black.” “I’m not stubborn, I’m tenacious – it’s a gift and a curse.” “It’s a pain in my ass, that’s what it is. Like earlier when I said –” “Why are you bringing up old shit? You’re always doing it. Like a plunger.”
