Is it that artist guy? I know you’re married, Larkin, but there’s no harm in looking. I’d eat a three-course meal off his ass.” Doyle stepped out of the room and joined them in the hall. “Hey.” “Oh!” she said, surprised. “Hello. Aiko Miyamoto.” She offered a hand. “Ira Doyle.” “I don’t regret what I said,” Miyamoto stated. “You’ve got a smashing ass.” “Ah… thank you.”
