Mark and Jeanie conversation from Chapter 2:
She set her food down. “Thanks for letting me stay here. I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow. I’ll find a hotel so you don’t have to worry about—”
“No, you fucking won’t,” he said. “You’re staying here. Period.”
She held her breath then exhaled slowly. “I can’t take advantage like that. You’re very generous, but I don’t—”
“Jean, I swear to God, don’t even say it. I want you here.”
“Look,” she started, “I know you were his best man three years ago, and you made some promise to him to take care of me if anything was ever to happen to him, but you can’t possibly believe he actually meant that.”
“Yes, I do, but even if I hadn’t made that promise, I’d still be here to take care of you.”
Her shoulders melted about three inches and then pulled back. Her tits were jutting out. It was obvious she was trying to look intimidating.
Made him smile. Fucking cuter than should be possible and making him hard as hell.
“I don’t need you or anyone else to take care of me, all right? I’m fine.”
He ran his finger over her ring. “The fact you keep saying ‘fine’ repeatedly, states otherwise.”