Enemy Mine (Unseen Enemy 3)
“Jesus Christ, Chris. You’ve been on the phone with her every day for months. You think I’m a moron?”
“No.”
“No, it’s not Jenny, or no, I’m not a moron?”
“No, you aren’t a moron. And yes, it’s Jenny.”
King narrowed his gray eyes. “You want to tell me?”
Chris almost laughed out loud. At a towering and tattooed six-foot-five-inches and two-hundred-seventy pounds, with dark hair and dark gray eyes, King was the last person in the world who looked like he’d be up for a talk about feelings. Besides, he’d probably listen, and then tell Chris to stop being such a fucking pussy and talk to the chick, already. Which would be great advice if he was sure she wasn’t utterly terrified of him.
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