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What? My own brain is not allowed to call me names!

What’re you afraid of? A good time with a nice guy who treats you well?

Who also happens to be my boss and a source of daily irritation.

He’s a nice guy who’s always been good to you.

That doesn’t mean I want to date him!

With all those other prospects you’ve got knocking down the door.

SHUT UP. I don’t want prospects. I like being alone.

Do you, though? What were you thinking the other night after you saw Kara glowing with happiness and pregnancy? That maybe you’ve missed out on something.

I did not think that!

Now you’re going to lie to yourself? What’s the point of that?

I hate you.

No, you don’t.

I really do.

“Renata!”

She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Myles’s louder-than-usual voice. “What?”

“The phone’s ringing. Do you want me to get it?”

“No, sorry. I’ve got it.”

“Jeez, where were you checked out to?”

“Nowhere.” She picked up the desk extension and helped the customer place an online order. Their older clients struggled with the technology, so she had regulars who called in their orders. When she ended the call, Myles was still there.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t mean to make fun of your injury.”

“Yes, you did, but I’m fine. And PS, I’d make fun of you if you freaked out over a paper cut.”

“That’s good to know.”

“What goes around comes around.”

He flashed a warm grin that she would’ve found sexy on anyone else. “I look forward to you doing your worst.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Enjoy me being a bitch to you.”

“Your bitchiness has become my favorite part of the day.”

“What level of masochist does that make you?”

“Highest level, baby. Highest level.”

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