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The wo of Dahlia Fowler--interesting Her wrists are flying this way and that and I swear I can hear the jangle of the bracelet’s clasp the moment it comes undone She doesn’t falter in her conversation, as her co and nuree

I turnout of the corner of my eye her wrist and the bracelet I covet It’s so close

It’s so loose

I plan the h at so backskill I have into thebackward,asps, as does the other wo for me at the exact same time

Three …

I reach for the bracelet and slip it off the wo the glass of wine frolass falls to the ground with a tinkling crash, the glass scattering everywhere, re across our feet I step back, the bracelet going into my coat pocket with a flick ofbracelet reaches toward the other one as I step back, the both of the over the spilled liquor and their ruined shoes

"Chéri, did you …" The film financer’s mistress makes a motion across the top of her hand "… cut yourself? Oui?" She nods toward my left hand

I hold my hand out to inspect it There’s a ser, which probably happened when I o look for a first aid kit"

I duck out and leave the like a kettledru ht ahead I push open the very double doors Rose Fowler justme in its sticky embrace, and I make my way across the terrace, then down the stairs, before I head toward the lit rectangular pool The water gliht turquoise and the fountain in the center floith a gentle rhythht

In a few one, if she hasn’t already Just beyond the pool is the beach, and I’ll walk a the shadows close to the line of palh one of the hotels down the here I can make my escape Hopefully no one will notice me

But I barely make it past the pool when I hear a fa e chair near the pool, her shoulders hunched and those long, sexy-as-fuck legs spread wide so they’re both bare, the long slits in her skirt revealing theles fros from the other