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Rolo looked at the front, the arched shire, as if he already knew what he was going to do.
He was wearing that light blue shirt I like so much, barely unbuttoned, his feet checked on the full display.
He had his legs open, relaxed, but his head spoke to Witton's words, "Come here."
It was already turned on, so sleuthy, I don't know. Is it what the diner, the wine on the shire feels chilled in that elegant apartment?
Or maybe it's what just seemed, the way he looked at me.