“Brynley slanted a glance at Phineas. She must have pushed a button. Well, she could hardly blame him. She had things in her past she refused to talk about, too. A sudden notion pricked at her. Maybe they had something in common after all. Maybe they were both . . . survivors. Their wounded souls recognized each other and were being pulled together by a magnetic force they couldn’t stop or control. She shook her head. What romantic nonsense. She’d been slapped around by reality too much to belie...ve that souls could be destined for each other. Phineas was like any man, and they were all governed by the Three-Step rule. He couldn’t help but think about sex, and since she happened to be the only female in the vicinity, she automatically became the subject of his sexual thoughts. She waved aside a mosquito that buzzed past her ear. “Damned bloodsucker.” “Talking to me?” Phineas gave her a wry look. “Should I? I thought you’d stopped talking to me.” He sighed. “There are things in my past I’m not proud of.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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