His teeth snapped and snarled at me, like a dog on the end of its chain. The hug had gone on longer than was polite, and I finally realized what part of the problem was. His slender white hand appeared on my shoulder, a spill of white lace around it, and a flare of black velvet sleeve framing that lace. I so did not need another man tied to me by metaphysics that demanded a piece of my bed, or at least my body.
Since most of our time was spent out in the field, or cemetery as it were, I thought the new offices were a waste of money, but I'd been outvoted. He looked up, hope showing momentarily in his pale eyes. I said the last with feeling. It would disrupt business.
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