Charlie loves to torment Vince all fun and games until it backfires on her, “what? Eat?” He pulled another potato chip from the bag in his lap and deliberately chomped— loudly. “Yes, I must. I’m effing starving. You had the chance to pick the poison and didn’t. Now you have to deal with it, sweetheart.” Vince is real territorial when it comes to his woman, "Vince nearly growled. “No, she can- effing-not, Callahan, and if you don’t stop picturing it in your head, I’m going to effing neuter you.” I relly like this book.
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