"You're saying they'd kill me just for questioning you?"
"You're shocked by that?"
"Just for questioning you? Yes! What the hell, David—"
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Do you ever just talk about something, I wonder? Without the… exclamations?"
I bristled, fisting my skirts on my thighs, wanting to jump all over him for that, but also deeply uncomfortable. It was something that my mother used to say—and the thing that most of my boyfriends over the years, but especially Nicholas, had expressed that they didn't like about me.
Nicholas said he loved my passion. But that it turned everything into a fight.
David had never met Nicholas, so couldn't know… but then I remembered. He was just in my head. This was a dream! Why was I getting squirmy because a guy that I dreamed up had pinpointed one of my flaws? Of course he did—I knew it about myself. So he would too.
