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Leandra gasps dramatically.
“Ah, well, how tragic for you.”
I snort.
“Oh my God, I sound silly. But he's ridiculous!”
“Mm-hmm. Do tell.”
“He growls at people.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“He acts possessive.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“He practically moved into my condo without asking.”
“Mm-hmm. Sounds good so far, what’s the problem?”
I narrow my eyes.
“Whose side are you on?”
She grins.
“I am on the side of romance and true love, of course.”
I groan.
“Traitor.”
“Sweetheart, I've been married for ten years. Trust me, possessive men aren't the problem.”
I blink.
“They aren't?”
“No.”
She points at the camera.
“Disrespectful men are a problem.”
Then she starts pointing to her fingers—like she’s making a list.
“Cruel men are a problem. Men who don't listen are a problem. Men who make you feel small are a problem.”
I swallow.
Because Less does none of those things.
“Yeah, but—”
“Hot bodyguards who want to protect you? Not a problem. And really? That man worships the ground you walk on, Amanda.”
My cheeks turn pink.
