he drawled. "I thought I smelled you."
"How's the leg?"
His grin turned a little less friendly, more bared teeth than smile. "Hurt like a son of a b*tch."
"Sorry about that."
"I bet you are."
He stepped closer. I stepped back.
"Don't worry," he said. "I forgive you for the leg. I like a little spirit in my fillies." His look sent a shiver through me. "Makes them more fun to break. Now where's that big ox of a boyfriend?"
He moved toward me, I sidestepped, leading him away.
"You wanna play chase, cutie? I'm really good at it. How about we let your boyfriend and Ramon have their fun while we have ours and—?" "/>
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