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DARCY
“How many times has Ally fired you now?” Charlie asked as we climbed into a taxi at Heathrow Airport. He gave the driver the address of our hotel.
“I’ve lost track,” I admitted. “She fires me, I act like I don’t give a rat’s ass, then she cools off and offers me my job back, always making me understand that I have to be reprimanded.”
“You two act like you’re married,” Charlie observed.
“Ally’s lasted with me longer than any of my wives,” I said. “She understands me better than any of them ever did.”
“That explains why you two have never been involved,” Charlie said with a chuckle.
“Ally and me?” I laughed at the thought. “We’d end up killing each other.”
“You always been drawn to hotheaded women?” Charlie asked.
“I used to be,” I admitted. “When I was younger, I was attra
