The girl’s eyes flashed and she crossed her arms. “Fine,” she growled softly. “But I’m not sleeping with you.”
“It’s only in the same damn tent, for crying out loud!”
“That’s what they all say.”
He could feel it, his patience, going. With a last desperate grab to maintain control, he said, “Look. I had to tell that man you were my wife-“
“Your wife?” the girl blurted.
Yes, his patience was definitely slipping. Juvinich tried again. “He wanted to buy—“
“You were going to sell me?!!”
Slip, slipping…
“But I told him you were pregnant-“
“You said what?!”