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"Sanders? How is he? I haven’t seen hi in her eyes Maybe wariness? Nervousness What was she nervous about?

"Lunch with Sanders, and Angier," his voice got quiet

Tate laughed and pulled away fro, she turned towards hihtly bounce on theat her breasts

"That et stabbed?" she asked He shook his head

"No It wasn’t so bad," he replied

"What did you guys talk about?" she questioned, a practiced air of innocence surrounding her voice Too bad he already knew there wasn’t anything innocent about Tatuot wide and she stopped bouncing

"Really? And what did you say about me?" she asked He sed his nails back down

"Well, Angier infors," he told her She snorted as he ain

"Fucker I was already kinda freaky before he cahed

"What did you say?" she pressed

"I told him that there wouldn’t have even been a you withouthis nails in as he worked theh her teeth

"Bold statement, Mr Kane Doesn’t sound like a very fun lunch," she told hiood came out of it Iher and took a step back Out of kicking range

"About what?" Tate asked, putting her hands on her hips

He let his eyes wander over her body for a et angry In the old days, when Tate got angry, it meant kinky sex In Europe, it meant he wasn’t allowed to touch her with a ten-foot-pole Nowadays , he was prepared to be sleeping in a dog house for a very long time

For someone who didn’t want a relationship, this is all very relationship-like

"We’re ? Jameson, we’ve only been here teeks Half my shit is still in suitcases," she pointed out

"Good, then it shouldn’t take you long to pack Which you should be doing Right now," he instructed

"Huh?"

"We’re ht? Jesus, what, was there a fire sale on mansions somewhere around here?" she joked

"I already own a mansion so Stopped blinking It al

Ah, not a robot after all

"You’re going back to Weston?" Tate asked, her voice soft and low He shook his head

"We’re going back to Weston," he corrected her She shook her head