Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 395

“Losing hands?” Avril laughed. “I’m holding a royal flush.”

“Don’t bother trying to reason with Avril. She won’t learn until it’s too late. We’ll just wait and watch her fall on her face.”

After they had all left in a cloud of derision, Avril looked down at the bag of fast food. She started to toss it in the trash but hesitated.

Fine. For a moment there, Torrin had actually shown some backbone. And it would be a shame to waste the food.

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Once Torrin was in the car, Sharon looked at the scrapes on his face, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “Well done, Torrin. Truly heroic. You swooped in to save the damsel in distress, only to find out the damsel wasn’t even there. Larissa was long gone, and you were still eagerly fighting her battles for her.”

Torrin’s face darkened. He glared at her. “Shut up. It’s none of your business.”

His sullenness only amused her more. “Oh, am I not allowed to comment? Don’t worry, I have no interest in your affairs. I’m simply mocking you.”

Torrin was speechless. After a moment, he snapped, “Can you just close your mouth and stop talking?”

Then he turned his head and stared out the window.

“No other woman is Larissa,” he grumbled, then added under his breath, “A woman no man wants like you wouldn’t understand.”

Sharon slapped him on the back of the head. “Don’t push your luck.”

Was it that no man wanted her? Or was it that no man dared to approach her?

Torrin rubbed his head, muttering, “A gentleman does not fight with a woman.”

“Seriously, though,” Sharon continued, “that little Palmer girl isn’t bad. She seemed genuinely worried about you. If you’re that desperate for a woman, I could try to set you two up…”