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“You did real good tonight, sweetheart. Real good.” Her lashes fluttered, revealing a question in her eyes. “What?” “You protected yourself and screamed for help. Then you called me.” “I don’t really remember that.” “Don’t have to because you did it. You stayed coherent long enough to call me. I’m fucking proud of you.” “I should be offended you praise me like this.” “But you aren’t,” I observed. Her head shook against the seat. “No,” she whispered. “I guess I like it when you’re proud of me.” My stomach somersaulted. This woman. She owned me. “Thank you for calling me, Maddie baby. You have ...more
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