Wherein...Max makes Dagney cry:
Damn Max Raines and all the things he’d made her want.
He’d used the safe word?
He’d called Cupid?
Without giving her what she’d wanted most?
Dagney stared dry-eyed at the ceiling, with its splashy, glittery red Valentines, frilly lace doilies and fat, naked cherubs. She wanted to grab their stupid arrows and shoot each one in the heart. Early morning light streamed through the glass windows of the gallery, and she squinted against the glare.
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