“What the hell?” Spade muttered, letting her go to fling the door open with a scowl. Ian stood on the other side. “What is wrong with you, banging on like that?” Spade demanded. Ian cast a wicked look at Spade, who wore only his shirt, and then one at Denise as she hastily closed her robe. “Paybacks,” Ian said succinctly. Then he walked away, whistling.
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