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“I tend to get overly emotional when I’ve had too much to drink.” I wait, tensed, my stomach churning, to see how he’ll respond to that. If I told Edmond and Marcheline his private medical situation, I’ll never forgive myself. Very softly, James says my name. I glance over to find him leaning forward, his forearms balanced on his spread thighs, his fingers threaded together, and his eyes blazing hellfire blue. He says, “I want so f*****g badly to take you over my knee right now and spank you. And not in the good way.” A tremor runs through me. I whisper, “Why?” “Because it’s me you should’ve talked to about whatever made you cry. It’s me you should’ve turned to if you were that upset about our conversation. But mostly because you’re too smart, and frankly too old, to decide to tie one
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