Geoffrey Oliver

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Quinn was drying himself off, and he turned around to show me his muscular derriere. “Fur-free,” he said. “Can I share the bed?” “Yes,” I said, and crawled in. He got in the other side, and he was asleep in thirty seconds. After a minute or two, I slid over in the bed and put my head on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat.
Definitely Dead (Sookie Stackhouse, #6)
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