But his hair was long enough that, to keep it out of the way for cooking, he had to either braid it or do the bouncy ponytail. Brunette didn't look like she believed me. She was all blue eyes and red pouting lips. I'd told her that it wasn't my job to love my clients.
You're talking about Belle Morte, aren't you? He nodded, again. It pulled my shoulders forward and was limiting my mobility, and she'd made it impossible for me to go for my gun. He let it out slowly, then nodded. I kept walking until I stood beside Nathaniel with our backs to the room.
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