Chapter 18

• "That's an exaggeration," I argued, closing my eyes to the manner in which his fingers stroked between the woman's thighs under her skirt. He stood absolutely impassive, as if he were cracking a clam, not (maybe) a cherry, with his fingers.
• It isn't. Smoke curled from Shane's lips. "The Caufield family shorted one of his companies to strong-arm him into business. I handled the nitty-gritty of it. It dropped sixty-three percent on one exchange after he wouldn't sell them dead-ass quantities in the Florida swamps. Marshall didn't even flinch when he took a four-billion-dollar drubbing.".
• "Maybe he just hates you," I ventured. "You're singularly unlovable."