”Now her eyebrows drew back down, and knitted in a thoughtful frown. The spark flashed, but the damp powder only made a weary floop sound and disappeared in a puff of blue smoke. But he had misread her gesture in the chancy light. “Get out, then!” she screamed.
”“I think we’re done. It was thrown open a second later, and Clay Reynolds came clumping across the room, wearing a pair of blue jeans and nothing else. ”Rimer’s head poked out of his serape as he sat up straight, and his face stiffened. ”“Aye, can’t be a counter without numbers,” Renfrew agreed, and sprayed beery laughter.
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