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“I need a break. I’m not used to this.” Bent over, Manon rested her hands on her thighs.
I pointed to the path ahead. “Let’s walk then. Keep the blood flowing. Yes?”
She nodded with her signature pout.
After a few steps, she asked, “Are you still going out with that older model?”
“No.”
She stopped walking. “Do you prefer older women?”
“I thought this was about training. Not my personal life.”
She shrugged. “That too. But you always run away every time I try talking to you. And at the wedding, you had all these older babes hanging off your arm.”
I laughed at that exaggeration. “That was preferable to dealing with that drunken old geezer.”
“Yeah. I saw that. You were nearly bursting through your nice white designer shirt.” She chuckled. “What happened there?”
“He thinks that either Mrs. Lovechilde or Carson killed his son.”
“But didn’t he OD?”
“That’s the official story.”
Her pretty eyes stretched slightly. “Oh, really? You know something?”
All I knew was that I had to make a statement about Carson’s whereabouts around the time of Bram’s death. But no one, not even this gorgeous, troublemaking girl, was going to know that.
“Nothing. Let’s keep going.”
“Are you always this bossy?” She placed her hands on her hips.
“When I’m working, I am.”
She stared into my eyes for a little longer, and I nearly forgot who I was. How would I get past the hour without kissing her?
“How about if we walk to the cliffs?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Intent on teasing as always, Manon’s playful eyes sparkled as she took my hand and led me to a large oak.
