My hands were on his body, following the flow of his shoulders, his back, and the smooth silken curve of his ass. I'd hate to have you killing the wrong guy. I'd been planning on a wedding tonight, not a crime scene. It's not really my gig.
You're shivering again, Requiem said, from right behind me. Lately, it seemed I was getting it, no matter what I wished. No, I don't mean it like that, but, Anita, she took my hand, how can you let all these people in your house, all the time? You're never alone anymore. We pushed and he shoved, and just like on the dance floor where I'd followed his body, now he followed mine.
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