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[butterflyfactor]

Even with how long the walk back to the house is, I'm still tipsy when we get there. Not drunk- I can walk a straight line and recite the alphabet backward, but I would probably find it way more amusing than under normal circumstances. I'm at least glad I wore sneakers instead of real heels. It probably made things easier than I realize. But again

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[howmanylives]

Richards merely barked, and given that they'd established that neither of them actually spoke dog, Jamie was left only to assume that their house was still in one piece, and that there hadn't been some doggy pow wow while they were out. Slipping off his coat, he hooked it up on the bamboo coatrack that stood in the corner, then stepped out of his shoes, which he quickly picked up from the ground before the dog could get at them.

"He's too smart to tell us if he did."

[butterflyfactor]

"He's probably getting better at eightysixing evidence, too," Layla agreed, standing and starting for her room. She stopped in the doorway and absently braced one hand on the wall. She bent her arm behind her back and slipped her fingertips up between her shoulder blades. There were buttons down the length of it, nothing so easy as a zipper to be found.

[howmanylives]

Her back turned to him, Jamie took the opportunity to stare, much as he'd been doing all night when he thought no one was looking. She'd pretty much walked straight out of his fantasies in a dress like that, and he had to wonder if that was planned on her part.

Of course it was. This is Layla we're talking about. If she's not the most deliberate person I know, I'll eat my suit for breakfast.

"Need a hand?" he asked, tossing his shoes in the box he'd built after Richards had chewed through one too many pairs. He kicked the lid closed. It was a loaded question, of course, given what they'd been dancing around for most of the night, but he wasn't so clueless as to not recognize what she was doing as a sign, for lack of a better word. Going slow wasn't same as standing still, after all -- she'd as much herself.

[butterflyfactor]

"As it happens, I have two," she said craning her neck to look at him over her shoulder.

"But I wouldn't object to some help."