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I work best on my own. I don't want eight hundred pounds of babysitter sneaking around behind me.

Besides, No'One was tough not to approve of: She was very non-bimbo... quiet. Unassuming. Not at all bad to look at.
There were so many worse candidates out there in the world. Gold diggers. Stuck-up glymera types. Spacy, big-breasted gigglers.

That patented autocratic tone came out: "I. Owe. You."
"So by me a Sam some night an we'll call it evens."
"You're saying my life is only worth six bucks?"

"My lord, are you hit?" Tohr hissed in Wrath's ear as he hit send on the text alarm.
"Maybe the neck," came a groaned response.
"Lie still."
"You're all over me. Exactly where do you think I'm going."