“Over your own feet? You weren’t going to make it. Or if you were, it would have taken all night and too much of your energy. I do have other things to do.”
Right. Silly her. Of course he did. Things that were far more important than picking up the pieces of a foolish, shattered woman who thought she was tougher than she was.
She was such an i***t.
“I don’t know why I gave you the choice. I never give choices.” He sounded baffled.
“You can just leave me. I’ll be fine.”
“You cannot even walk on your own.”
“I’ll figure it out. I’m tougher than I look.”
“Honestly, I do not understand this notion that women can do everything.”
“Hey, we can!”
“Perhaps, but why should you have to? If my car breaks down, I do not fix it myself. If I need more electrical sockets, I do not put them in myse
