“Is that what happens when you’re trying to come?” The blush spreads to the tips of her ears and she nods, but my hand once again keeps her from hiding. “I don’t mean it to. But I can’t help it. I told you. I’m broken.” “You’re not broken, kitten. You’ve just never found a man willing to work for it. Telling you right now, that man is me.” And my job is lined up for me.
