“Now what am I supposed to call you? My partner?” Her lip curled as if the notion was too prosaic for words. “How about your piece of ass?” Jules suggested. “Julia,” Vivian said reprovingly, but her lips twitched. “Your number-one babe.” “No.” Vivian turned and headed for the bar. Jules accompanied her. “Your hottie.” “Not that either.” They reached the bar. The bartender smiled at Vivian. “Good evening, ma’am. What can I get for you?” “Perrier.” “Sure thing. Anything for your friend?” “Oh, she’s not my friend,” Vivian said. “She’s my pain in the neck.”
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