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... time, exposing half her ribs, the dip of her waist, a glimpse of the curve under her breasts.
I looked away. She noticed and then... she smiled.
"Relax," she murmured. "If I wanted to do anything, I’d say it. I’m not exactly subtle."
"You don’t say."
Penelope laughed, low and warm.
"I saw the way you were looking at me during Twister," she said. "And earlier, outside with the cigarettes. You’re a hunger-and-denial type, aren’t you?"
"Penelope—" ...
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