“You skated out before I could take care of it at Louise’s deal—murder and all that,” she added. “And it looks like somebody hacked it with an ice pick. Are you going to this mag deal with that hunk of superior man-flesh looking like you’ve been in a fight with a farm animal?” “I thought it was an ice pick.” “A farm animal with an ice pick. Do you look better when I’ve worked you or not?” Eve opened her mouth, tracked her gaze over to Roarke. Let it burn there. “I have nothing to say, whatsoever.” “Superior man-flesh with a brain,” Trina said approvingly. “You hit the jackpot squared, Dallas.
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