Her gaze narrowed, and she tried to determine the best way to tell him that he was dead wrong. It was a tough kind of task when most of her bones knew that he wasn't. Not that she was looking for proxy intimacy with Horner, but she did know the surrogate value of a good thing. After all, nearly every decent tie her life had started out as one.
"Who knew you were such a masochist," she retorted -- easily disparaging herself in order to disparage him.
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"Who knew you were such a masochist," she retorted -- easily disparaging herself in order to disparage him.