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4 CHARLIE “Tamed me?” she repeated. “As if that is f*****g possible.” I had no doubt she added the swear word out of spite alone, and I tried not to grin. “That mouth would be too busy for talk like that,” I added, staring down at the sodden, fuming woman. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Feisty, confident, prickly. She was the most unladylike female I’d ever met, but also the most stunning. The most appealing. Perhaps because she had no idea how utterly feminine she was beneath the bravado and men’s clothing. Her lack of guile, her… innocence was so f*****g alluring. Me, Charlie Pine, of the Meadowlark School for Wayward Boys of London, England, found a woman who wore pants and who chose to—it seemed—live in a dilapidated shack to be the One. I’d grown up in a f*****g orphanage, not a kind pl