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He sucked in a breath when she came back out of the bedroom, and gave her a long lingering look up and down before leaning over to pick up her heels by their straps and hold them out to her with an arched brow.

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Clint cleaned up, stuck a sign out that said things were free or by donation, attached an envelope for any cash. Then grabbed one of the remaining annotated romance novels and headed back to the room to meet Nat.

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"Took you about thirty seconds less than I thought it would to join me," he smirked at her. He was trying supremely hard not to wonder what it meant (if anything) that she actually had joined him.

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