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Sage gaped at the door quaking in its frame, stunned. What just happened? The guy had shown such sympathy when she’d told him about Jordan, but a second later, his sharp tongue shot flames, leaving her trembling with indignation. How dare he boss her around as if she were a simpering i***t? It didn’t matter how sexy he was. A chauvinist pig was a chauvinist pig.
She took her seat and flipped open her laptop. Poking at the keyboard, she entered her password and slumped into her chair. As she waited for it to load, she ticked off her objections on manicured nails. One, he was arrogant. Two, he was a stranger. Three, he was sexy but sexy-dangerous, not sexy-sweet. Four, he rattled her. She had bared her soul to him, and when she was at her most vulnerable, he’d turned from Jekyll to Hyde.
