His ears caught a sweet chiming noise, and a moment later a warm rush fell over his body. How are we doing Rage? Too hot? Butch's voice. Up close. The cop was in the shower with him. And he smelled Turkish tobacco. V must be in the bathroom too. Hollywood? This is too hot for you? No. He reached around for the soap, fumbling. Can't see. Just as well. No reason for you to know what we look naked together. Frankly, I'm traumatized enough for the both of us. Rage smiled a little as a washcloth scrubbed over his face, neck and chest.

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