He glanced back at his car, and at Louie. I know that, and that's the problem, Jason. He was holding himself in check, being oh, so careful. It was worth the look.
It was disturbing, distracting, and vaguely fascinating. It still belonged to Jill Conroy. No, not yet. He offered his hand, but she hugged him.
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