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“What’s your police brain thinking?”

“Either, soot Matt all fired up and sent hiilante—”

“Or?”

Juliette grabbed another bag of candy “Or he wants the jewels for himself”

THE SUN HAD SET a long tih the kitchen that sumbo they’d had for dinner

There was a plastic container of leftovers in the fridge and she could grab it and take it out to him as easily as not But she chose not

He didn’t deserve gumbo

She found hireenhouse, carefully sliding glass panes into place His back rippled, the small muscles of his arlass

He had lost weight—the side of his face that she could see was thin His cheekbones looked like they could cut steaks

Not that she cared, but seriously, they didn’t need hi out or worse

“You should eat,” she said and he ju a pane on his feet

“Christ,” he breathed “You shouldn’t sneak up on people”

She crossed her arms over her chest, and tried very hard to convince herself that she didn’t want to touch him Didn’t want to stroke back the sweaty hunk of hair that fell over his forehead, practically into his eyes

He needed a haircut

Not That I Care

“I have a question,” she said

He grunted, picking up another glass square, unwrapping it fro his palet infected

Not That I Care

“Are you here because you want the jewels for yourself?”

That got his attention and he straightened to his full height He was a bigto hard, lean s reainst those e through the dor her on

“No,” he said, wiping his hands on his shirt, leaving sems”

“Where are your gloves?” she snapped, angry that he was dury that she cared