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“Sweetheart, you have your cleavage inabout this I understand”

Davina jerked back fro out the wallet His face was as red as hers felt The air between them seemed warmer and she are of every tiny movement he made

“Got it,” she said triuust, rather breathlessly

“Look at the ID,” he said through gritted teeth

She flicked the wallet open There he was, strained and serious, glaring at her from his driver’s licence

“This is a terrible picture,” she told him

“Yeah, I orried sick about what you’d think of my photo ID”

“Jack Miller, thirty six, that’s all it tells me”

She flicked through the rest of the wallet Four credit cards, one library card, which surprised her as he didn’t look the type that read, and one video card Twenty pounds and change, and a condom that expired in the 90’s

“This is out of date,” she told him before she could stop herself

“I don’t intend to use it It’s my lucky condom”

“How can it be lucky if you can’t get lucky with it?”

Honestly, thehis teeth

“How is this supposed to helpin here that says you own this house”

His sharp jaw clenched as his head turned slowly on a neck that was thicker than her thigh