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Curtis' icy gaze swept over him, leaving a chill in its wake. "How come uncle never thought of drugging you mute when you were a kid?"

"He thought I was too quiet and had no way around words, told me to take a leaf out of your book. Here I am, doing just that."

Curtis let out a disdainful snort, "Ever heard of trying too hard and failing miserably? You can't polish a rock into a diamond, buddy. Maybe you should try playing the strong, silent type-might suit you better." Larson asked, "Which do you prefer, Leanne, chatty or quiet?"

"She likes me." Curtis tossed the remote in his direction, nearly smacking him in the face, but Larson caught it, while Curtis scooped up Leanne and the blanket, walking away.

"Enjoy the TV. Third wheel."

Leanne couldn't help but find their banter amusing, still laughing as Curtis carried her back to the bedroom.

"Doesn't his stubbornness remind you of yourself?"

Curtis didn't appreciate that, setting her down on the bed and pinching her chin, "Are you calling me stubborn?" "It's true. You were just like him at nineteen, acting like the world owed you something, cocky and defiant." Leanne pushed his hand away, crawled to the center of the bed, and looked at him, "And quite the ladies' man." "Bringing up the past, are we?"

Curtis caught her delicate ankle under the blanket, pulling her closer, and she gasped as he hovered over her.

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