This was stupid. Beverly was fully willing to admit that. It was stupid and she was doing it because she was a little lonely, because he was her kind of man, and because he was all together too damned good at what he did
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"You know," Beverly said, "you were calling me Beverly earlier anyway." She walked past him, hand trailing for half a second against his shoulder before she headed towards the espresso machine. "So now yes, you can have permission, now that you've asked nicely. How's the lip?"
"Boring," Beverly said. "No injuries to report, and writing up your incident--without specifics--only took a few minutes anyway." She turned and looked over her shoulder. "How do you take your coffee?"
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