Page 48 of Special Agent Murphy

“That’s good. Right?” Then she saw the sneer on his face and added, “Or not.”

“Not. This time she ended up with a control freak farmer with a strong back and no brains.”

“And you haven’t forgiven her for that.”

He yanked the wheel and spun around the next corner. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“You love her.”

“I fucking adored her. She meant everything to me, and that slimeball is hardening her and slowly breaking her spirit.”

“Does she know?”

“What do you mean, does she know?”

“That you’re worried about her? And you truly dislike the man?”

“If she doesn’t, then I’m a hell of a lot better actor than I believe I am.”

“Right. She knows.”

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