lmost never wore jeans and tennis shoes, he also didn't like dressing up as much as Jean-Claude insisted on. What do you mean? I asked. If it had been anyone on my list of people that I trusted implicitly, it wouldn't have happened. His face was very solemn, though there was something in his eyes, some flicker, that I didn't trust.
I'd heard that voice often enough aimed at me. He grinned at me. He looked not at Richard's bare back, but at me, at my face. I dropped the tiniest edge of my shields.
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