"A sassy mouth isn't becoming of you." He sat across from her.
"Ungratefulness doesn't become you, either," she rallied back.
"Butchering me like a side of beef does?" He raised a brow.
"I butcher you?" Disbelief shone in her eyes. "You butcher me. Most of the time you don't talk to me and when you do, you're mean."
"Have a heart, Racine. I'm doing the best I can."
"If this is your best, I'd hate to see your worst." She fidgeted with the sash on her robe. "What's bothering you, Creel? Why do you think the worst of me?"
"Because," he barked and instantly regretted it. Fear sprang into her eyes and she sank back in her chair, her shoulders trembling. "I apologize," he said quietly, leaning forward and resting his arms on his thighs before folding his hands together to conquer the churning in his gut. If he wanted any kind of normalcy with her, it was now or never.
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