“That’s it. Fate’s a fickle whore. We’re not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.”
I laughed. “Come on, Barrons. When have you ever run from a fight?”
“Never. And others paid for it. I won’t have the same happen to you.”
“I don’t believe this,” I said with mock horror. “Jericho Barrons is vacillating. Will wonders never cease?”
The rattle moved in his chest. “I’m not vacillating. I’m ... ah, fuck.”
Barrons doesn’t lie to himself. He was vacillating and he knew it. “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were trouble.”
“Ditto.”
“I wanted to drag you between the shelves, (środkowy paluszek) senseless, and send you home.”
“If you’d done that, I never would have left.”
“You’re still here anyway.”
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