![]() ![]() “I could use a whole lot more of this, though.” I’m still full.” He retucked her in against him. And if it had? The last thing Mary needed after what had gone on last night was to learn that he was clinically insane.īecause, shit, why else would he feel so damn weird in his own skin?ĭamn it, it was like he’d won the lottery only to find out he was allergic to the cash or some shit. His emotions had always been so extreme, jumping from mania to anger, that he’d sometimes worried that one day he was going to spiral off on the top end of one of those pendulum swings, never to return to sanity again. He’d often wondered whether he was crazy. Something that tied everything up with a big, fat, psychotic bow. ![]() So why would he do something like that? Why would he run out into an all-but-guaranteed casket? And why was the distance from her back? There was so much to live for, fight for, love for. He’d had a death scare and come through it. What the hell was wrong with him? He had everything he wanted in life-and she was in his arms at this very moment. ![]()
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