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He shook his head He couldn’t i him and his other half the way she did Not once had she ift he hadn’t expected to receive, and one he could never give up willingly

“Who’s a pretty boy?” she crooned to the rattler, and the damn reptile preened

“You’re spoiling that poor excuse for a handbag”

She shot him a querulous look “Don’t call him that” Her brows puckered, and a tiny line appeared above her nose “Does he have a name?”

“Why the hell would I name him?” Sometimes women were a mystery

“Because you can’t keep calling hi’ He needs a name Don’t you, boy?”

Yes, the suck-up hissed in his mind I like her better than you

He snorted a laugh Of course it did He didn’t baby the da

“How about Sid?”

“As in Sid Vicious?”

“I don’t knoho that is I just like Sid”

“No”

“Okay, what about Sheldon?”

“What? No!”

“Slinky?”