Coldly, ominously, James warned him, “We can do this the hard way and I can beat you to a bloody pulp—and don’t doubt it, dear boy, I won’t need any help to do so—or you can just leave.”
“I’m not leaving without my sister,” Warren maintained staunchly.
“Now there you’re wrong, Yank. You gave her to me, and I’m keeping her, and I’m especially keeping her away from you and your bloody propensity toward violence.”
“You didn’t want her!”
“Like hell I didn’t!” James growled. “I wanted her enough to let you nearly hang me!”
“You don’t make sense, man,” Warren said, frowning now.
“’Course he does,” Anthony interjected at this point, laughing. “Perfect sense.”
- Gentle Rogue by Johanna Lindsey















