“I want to know why you don’t like me, Malloy. I like you, even if you do hit people.” He sighed. “I never said I didn’t like you, Mrs. Brandt.” Reasonable again. She wanted to smack him. “And why don’t you ever call me Sarah? You think I’m beautiful, but you never call me Sarah.” He muttered something she didn’t… — Victoria Thompson Copy Share
“Was that all it took?" "What?" she asked, completely bewildered. "To shut you up," he clarified with a definite grin this time. "All it took was agreeing with you." She glared at him. "If you'd ever tried agreeing with me before, you'd have known that," she snapped. "I had to wait until you were right about something," he replied, then… — Victoria Thompson Copy Share
“And I still want to know why you hit that man in front of me. You wanted me to see it, didn’t… — Victoria Thompson Copy Share Image
“Did you take a vow of poverty or something?" "This is a housedress, Malloy," she said, indignant again. "I was cleaning when… — Victoria Thompson Copy Share Image
