![]() "You can't say it." Her eyes filled with horror. ![]() "I…Oh, Christ, Miranda, this isn't fair." He had been all movement and energy, the words spilling mockingly from his mouth, and now…Now he just stood there, not making a noise, just staring at her as if she had released Medusa into their sitting room. It was as if she'd popped him with a pin. You just want to know how I feel."Īnd then, because she couldn't not say it, she whispered, "How do you feel about me?" You don't want to know that I am happy with you. Everything I've done, everything I've said- none of it mattered. ![]() "I told you all the time." But then he gave himself a shake, and he rolled his eyes and pushed her away. "You thought we were blissfully happy?" she whispered.įor a moment, when he looked at her, it was almost as if he were merely surprised. He stopped when he felt her frantic fingers biting into his upper arms. ![]() One minute I thought we were blissfully happy and the next you've come at me like a fury, accusing me of God knows what awful crime, and- " "Don't provoke you ?" she burst out incredulously, advancing toward him. "Then don't provoke me." His expression came dangerously close to a sneer. ![]()
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