I hate that last one, they always want me to take messages to their nearest and dearest, and it's always stupid messages. But he stayed that near painful inch away, letting only scent and the furred glide of hair reach us. The meat seemed to fill up more than just my stomach. Uh-unh, I need more of a clue than that.
Graham reacted to it like he'd been struck. I was sitting in one of the two dark brown, nicely upholstered client chairs that had been another of Lana's ideas. Or as good as it was going to get. I licked harder, and he shuddered.
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