I'm going to see if the cops will bring down some of the boy's clothes for Evans to look at. Let's go home, I said. But I understood anger, and I wasn't Master of the City. Bad guys were simple, kill them before they kill you.
Just the sight of him shirtless and padding barefoot across the floor made my heart go pit-a-pat. There was a flash of pale breasts, her shirt was up, and there was no bra in sight. I knew he was talking in my head, but I couldn't understand what he said. But as I get a better handle on my wolves, that may change.
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