It was warm: that was the surprise. It was warm and it made him sigh. It was like . . . well, not exactly like anything he’d felt, but maybe closest to the way he’d felt after he made love to Diana, and lay beside her, and smelled her, and felt her breath on his cheek, and she would put a hand on his cheek and . . . You’re giving me a good memory to go out on, aren’t you, Pete? Well, good choice, Caine thought. Huh. I can’t feel my body, Caine thought. Huh. I . . .
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