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“You know,” Fiona nibbled on a fried chicken leg and then waved it at Shane. “You look kind of fierce. If that alleyway hadn't been so dark, I think you could've frightened that guy off.”
They sat in the KFC, chowing down while the baby slept peacefully, curled up in the blanket beside Fiona in the well-padded booth.
“Thanks…I think.” Shane muttered and kicked at the beam beneath the table.
Her green eyes studied him for a moment. “You look intense, like a wolf on the prowl. Handsome, but formidable.”
“I've always looked different. I used to get my ass kicked a lot at school. I was one of the smaller kids, and I looked weird.” He shrugged. “I guess I was weird. At least I'm big enough now to protect myself.”
Her red brows rose. “I’ll say.”
At least she didn’t say I looked like El
