You monosyllabic Neanderthal, I am not some little helpless female who can't walk across the brewery."He shrugged. "I did what was needed.""What the what?" She dropped the clipboard from beneath the hoodie and shoved her arms through its sleeves before rubbing her hands up and down her arms to warm them. "That doesn't even make sense."Sean doubted there were half-crazed mules more stubborn than Natalie Sweet. "If I hadn't, you would have stayed in that cooler, freezing your ass off until you'd said everything you wanted to say - which, by the way, is usually more words than most people use in a year.
Avery Flynn, Hollywood on Tap
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