Isla cleared her throat, turning her attention back to me and Miles. “Right. So. More creeper mail. Lovely. Let’s see what you’ve brought me.” I stood to the side while Miles and Isla donned latex gloves and tore into the trash bag. Isla grabbed some kind of wand and waved it over the boxes. “She’s checking for explosives,” a feminine voice said, appearing beside me. She was in leggings and a sports bra. A sheet of sweat coated tanned skin. I didn’t know whether or not I was supposed to act cool with the possibility of a bomb being inside the box. I had ripped into the previous packages
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