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Sarah stared at him, too overcome to answer.
Joe lifted her hand to his lips. “That’s all this is, Sarah. One long, two-month argument for why you should give me another chance. I know how you are—you’re going to want to be stubborn here. It’s always your first reaction. So I don’t expect any kind of answer right now—in fact, I don’t want one.”
“That really pisses me off,” she said. The words were out before she could stop them. Maybe he was right about her first reactions.
“Why?” he asked. “Because I know you?”
“No, because you think you know me. You don’t. You used to.”
“Then tell me the truth,” Joe said. “Are you feeling all mushy toward me right now? Ready to throw yourself into my arms and tell me, ‘Yes, Joe. I’m with you. Let’s run away together tonight’?”
“Of course not,”
