Nothing moved, except the trooper who blinked at us. Maybe there was more than one reason they'd come to me. Please, Anita, happy thoughts. I could have tried for subtle, but it was late, and I didn't feel the least bit subtle.
Nothing déclassé, but he got more out of simply touching a woman's back, shoulder, or waist, than some men got out of touching breasts and groin. I let him, because I was feeling fuzzy around the edges. I killed more people as a hunter than I've killed as a vampire, he said. I started to rub my arms where he'd squeezed, then stopped.
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