“You figure if we make love, then, you’ll be immune to me? Sex as a glorified flu shot?”
“I’m not that naive, Morgan.”
“All we do is fight!”
“That’s because we’re two loners used to having our own way who’ve been thrown into a kind of intimacy we both abhor.”
“So this sex we’re talking about—it’s not going to be casual, but it’s not going to last and it’s not going to be intimate. Forgive me if I’m a little confused.”
Riley shoved himself to his feet. “You think I’ve got it all figured out?” he blazed.
“I hate this” she shouted back. “Is it intimacy you abhor or is it me?”
“Don’t be coy,” he snarled. “You infuriate me, you arouse me, and in three days you’ve turned my world upside down. But no, I don’t abhor you, Morgan Cassidy.”