Graham pulled carefully into the traffic on Gravois, as if he were trying to make up for my bad driving earlier. He gave me a look that was so like one of Jean-Claude's that it was unnerving. Richard jerked him back and dragged him as far away as the bathroom would allow. He called up after me, What's going on? I didn't know how to answer the question, so I ignored it.
I was sorry that it bothered him, but I hadn't crawled into this bed for just sex. His getting up even that far left me suddenly naked from the waist down, or as naked as mattered to me. I don't mean it the way you make it sound. Officer Douglas didn't shorten his stride for me, and he didn't need to.
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