"James…you are just pissing me off." Talking about that terrible night when he nearly killed her was not a good way to convince him to do anything.
"My point is, she is special. You are seriously going to let her go because of your pride…or whatever it is?"
"It is not about pride."
"Then what is it?"
Paul did not want to talk about this with James. He did not want to talk about this with anyone. "Just drop it."
"No. We are doing this. We are gonna have girly, pussy talk until we get this figured out. I am not letting you fuck up the best thing that ever happened to you."
Paul downed the rest of his glass to cure the migraine that formed out of nowhere.
"Now what is it?" he repeated. "What is it, Paul?"
