“Believe me, Marc. I didn’t do the thing.” Wil imitated Marc’s gesture unconsciously, then hesitated, hating to admit the truth. “Well, I tried, but it didn’t work.” He held up both hands as if Marc pulled a gun on him.
“How could it not work?” Marc was incredulous. “I know the pheromone touch when I see it!”
“I did the touch, I let her get my scent. She felt it, but shook it off somehow.”
“Are you sure?”
Wil gave him a patient look. “She pointed a gun at my head and threatened to kill me. Yeah. It worked.”
“Then why is she with you and not with me?”
“My magnetic personality.” Wil chuckled as Marc grimaced.
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