sorry that I pushed.”
“You wanted to know. Now you know.”
And he suddenly got it. Her impertinence, her sassiness was a defense mechanism. She’d rather be bossy, pushy, than weak.
Right now, to make up for his stupidity, all he had to do was give her that. Deal with her bossiness, her sassiness rather than her pain.
“Whatever.” It physically hurt to downplay her experience, but he knew that’s what she wanted. She’d rather be sassy than weak. “You’d just better be sure you’re right about Antonio.”
“I’m right.”
“And you’re the one explaining this to Constanzo.”
She straightened her shoulders. “I have no problem with that.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
The determination in her voice should have heartened him, but he kept picturing her at nineteen, innocent, trusting...and some kid, some smart-assed small-town bully with parents who thought he could do no wrong...accosting her.
It was everything he could do not to beat his hand against his steering wheel.
Especially since he was the one who’d brought up those memories for her.
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