As we sat there, the door opened, just barely, and a hand slid inside and dropped a set of keys on a side table." Thanks, Garrett!" I called out. He gave me a thumbs-up and closed the door." How do you suppose he knew we were performing sexual favors on each other?" I asked, snuggling against my man again." Possibly because you screamed my name about seven times.
— Darynda Jones
Eleventh Grave in Moonlight
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