Christa Chapman

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‘You are a dick,’ she said, but with a sloppy grin. ‘Now I forgive you for thinking I was bouncing back and forth between you and Charles like some sex bunny.’ ‘She-body, you’re my little sex bunny.’ ‘Aw.’ She flung her arms around him to exchange the sloppy grin for a big, sloppy kiss. The elevator doors opened behind them. ‘Oh God! There goes my appetite.’ ‘Dallas.’ Peabody sent a dreamy look over McNab’s shoulder. ‘We’re making up.’ ‘Next time make up in a dark, locked room. McNab, your hands are in violation of several civil codes.’
Visions in Death (In Death, #19)
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