“You want to meet me here at two-thirty?” Dev asks me. “Sure. As long as you don’t have a weapon on you that you plan to use against me.” He smiles. “No promises.” I shrug. “Fine. Same goes for me, though.” “Ooooh, baby, that sounds like a threat!” Thibault is laughing. “You opened up a can o’ worms with her, Dev. I think you’d better retreat.” “Retreat isn’t in my vocabulary,” he says, standing to his full, almost seven-foot height. I have to admit, it’s pretty impressive. But I’m not going to let anyone know I’m affected by it. I shrug. “Don’t worry, Thibault. You know what they say about
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