"Shut up," he hissed under his breath. She was totally not helping this. Then he stopped, put on his public smile, the charming one used for all the fundraisers and events, and shot a smile at her. "Better?" The sarcasm and slight hostility in that was an interesting contrast to his expression.
Stupid stupid stupid. How had what should be all excellent things, flirty foxes, models in swimsuits, and later naked blondes and nighttime swims, become a bad thing? Apparently he had somehow managed to be masochistic here.
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