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She sniffed. “Trust me, if we’d ever met, I would remember.”
“Okay, not you specifically,” he continued. “But your kind.”
“My kind?”
“Yep.” His mother would be shamed to know it, but he was beginning to enjoy himself here. Nothing quite like a good argument to get your mind off your worries. And he pretty much figured that, by now, the “princess” was so mad at him, she wasn’t thinking about her captors or about how small their chances of getting out of here were—or anything else for that matter except maybe taking his head off.
Oh, not that he’d started all of this because of the kindness of his heart. No, she irritated him beyond measure. With her stylish clothes and her whining about having to run for her own life. But now that she was giving as good as she got…now that he saw that fire of temper in her eyes…damned if he wasn’t having a good time.
“Oh yes,” she said nodding, “that’s a very cogent argument.”
“Ah,” he replied with a chuckle, “fifty-cent words. Trying to confuse the ‘help’?”
“You’re really a pain in the—”
“Now, that’s not very ladylike, is it?” he asked, cutting her off just in time.
Inhaling sharply, she drew a long, deep breath into her lungs and held it. That did amazing things for her bustline, though Travis knew that if she realized he was noticing, she’d cut it out.
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