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“Uh oh,” Dover said. “What’s with the puppy dog look?”
“What did I do to deserve his love?” Harlow asked. “I wouldn’t trade it or give it up for anything, but why me and not them?”
His smile was slow and definitely amused. “You want me to tell you that you’re pretty or something?” His eyes narrowed. “I seem to remember calling you beautiful once… beautiful and…”
Though she didn’t doubt that he remembered, she said it anyway because he was waiting for her to finish the sentence. “Dumb as a box of rocks.”
His grin landed on her again. “That’s right. Beautiful but dumb as a box of rocks… I stand by that statement… I think I told you at the same time that this whole damn mess was your fault… I stand by that too.”
“You know, you’re not much of a friend tonight.”
“I just tell it like i
