Howie brought her hand to his lips. You stepped in front of me, he said in wonder. I didnt need you to. I can handle Prudence Morgan. But you didnt. She tapped his chest. You stayed quiet for the longest time before responding. Quiet is how I handle difficult people. You dont handle me that way. Her voice came out sounding breathless. Howie slipped his arms around her. If it were up to me, this is how Id handle you. Butterflies danced in her stomach. Not a fearful battering of wings, but a sparkling mating flight, making her heart soar into her throat. Why isnt it up to you?
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