Gordon squatted down to face her and waited.
“You should can my ass,” Ripley couldn’t even bring herself to look at Gordon.
“Not today.”
“Does it count in my favor that it was a clean punch?”
“Not this time, Ripley.”
“So much for laughter curing a multitude of ills.”
“Another Shakespeare quote? Or Gilbert and whoever?”
“Audrey Hepburn.” She shook out her hand. It didn’t hurt…much. Less than the nose breaker she’d fired at Weasel Williams. That one had felt clean and good. This one felt awful. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“How many men have you hit in your life? Is this a pattern I should know about?”
She pulled up her knees under folded arms and hid her face. “Two. Ever. I didn’t even hit Weasel for screwing the caterer. It took him trying to damage my helicopter for me to go aft
