I snip the next few stitches in silence. When I lean over him to get out the last one, I notice his gaze lowering. I glance down to see where he’s looking and… Oh God. My shirt is hanging open just enough to give him a fantastic view of my cleavage. And boy, is he taking advantage. I clear my throat loudly. Shane rips his gaze away from my boobs. “Shit. I’m sorry.” He’s not the first prisoner to look at me that way, although he is the first to apologize. “Don’t ever let it happen again,” I say sharply. “It’s just…” He scratches his neck which is turning red. “There aren’t a lot of, uh, you
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