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“I’m so damned cold and tired that I couldn’t take advantage of you even if I wanted to!”

Anna went rigid in his arms. He could feel the rage pulsing through her body as she groped for a retort that would hurt him as much as he had just hurt her. “What was it I called you earlier?” she asked in a raw-edged whisper.

“As I recall, you called me a cold-blooded, self-righteous prig,” Malachi said.

“So I did.” Anna’s eyes glinted like an angry bobcat’s. “Well, I was wrong, and I would like to apologize.”

“Apologize?” Malachi raised his guard.

“Yes.” She spoke in brittle phrases, veiling the sentiment that if she’d had a knife, she would have cheerfully buried it to the hilt in his gut. “I feel I was guilty of gross understatement!”