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1 " Her skin glowed in dawn's soft light sneaking in through curtains, and she stretched her arms up toward the ceiling in a move that elongated everything above her waist and below his belt. "
― Avery Flynn , Make Me Up (Killer Style #3)
2 " Nobody fucks with my girl." Life snapped back into her mahogany-colored eyes. "I'm not your girl." "But you will be. "
3 " Are we going to flirt or fuck? "
4 " And Mrs. Orton had the seizure right after you applied the lipstick?" Reggie's voice was dead serious. Drea nodded. That little tidbit set off Cam's warning sirens. Not good. Reggie closed his notebook and deposited it in his inner jacket pocket. "Can you think of anything else?" Drea opened her mouth, then closed it and shook her head. Christ. So she had a possible motive, opportunity, means to kill Natasha Orton, and she was obviously holding something back. She may not be the only suspect, but even Cam had to admit she was a mighty good one. "
5 " His long fingers curled around the back of her lace thong, pulling the material taut against her wet fold. "I'm a big guy, and you know I always deliver. "
6 " He smiled. "You didn't think we were going to follow orders from a psychopath and run scared, did you? "
7 " Together they needed to figure out how to find the real killer who carried out the hit, clear Dea's name, and shove Diamond Tommy back into the shadows. "
8 " Are we going to get killed?" Cam scoped out the dingy room. No doubt there was at least one shotgun behind the bar and a few armed patrons, but no one struck him as particularly dangerous. "Not likely." She kept her palm on the table and covertly pointed to a guy in a biker jacket with a large skull smoking a blunt. "But possible?" He shrugged. "It is Friday night. "
