He looked at me, and the look said that I was protesting too much. He peeled off boots and the leather pants with the practiced ease of someone who wears a lot of them. I thought this one was your boyfriend. And if I complain about the black .
So you've become like a what, a nympho? Trust Bert to find just the right thing to say. He gave me that smile that was part puzzlement, part irony, part self-deprecation, and part something else. I'll go home. He didn't sound happy, but I didn't look to see what face went with the tone, because that would have meant looking away from Avery, and I didn't want to do that.
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