“Anyone can see this!” Belle’s hands danced in the air as she spoke, while her hair sprang about as if spiked with electrical currents. “I don’t know, Belle. It’s a big, big leap … And I’m not so sure this idea of—” He bent over her desk examining the five crosswords. “Ooof … yikes, that smarts.” Belle was immediate concern and action. She reached toward his shoulders as if she intended to physically remove him to a more comfortable location. “You shouldn’t be standing like that. I’ll get you a—...” “No. I should be standing … and walking around, and working this out … taking deep breaths, yelling at TV sportscasters, and doing all the normal things real men do.” He tried to laugh, and swallowed a grimace of pain. “It only hurts when I try to think.” Belle cocked an eyebrow. “I’m not even considering going there.” “Hmmm … I have a feeling I’m going to regret that last statement.” “You mean thinking being one of the things real men don’t do?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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