mulitple-partners

Did you really think you could quit?" He moved closer, his steps slow, purposeful. "Just fax me a damned piece of paper and I__ be forced to let you walk away from me?""You don__ have a choice." Lydia swallowed the lump in her throat and moved around the chair. Putting furniture between them seemed like a smart idea. "I quit, end of story.""The hell it is," he growled as he stopped and crossed his arms over his chest. "I__e given you space, Lydia, but it__ time we talk.""There__ nothing to say."He pointedly glanced at the chair and quirked a brow. "Afraid, little Lydia?"Afraid of her own ability to keep her hands off him, yeah. "You don__ scare me, Dane. You__ never hurt me.""Then quit acting so skittish and come here.