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He considered that.The JLTV,he texted. With the cryptic ominous coin floating about, he wouldn’t take chances with her. He considered swapping for a male driver then remembered Shulaya’s background. She had more training in all forms of warfare than some of their Verthurs.
He rang Darby’s doorbell and nearly a full minute later, it opened with her, “Tahdaaaa!” Arms spread, ass being presented as if she knew it was exactly what he needed to check. He realized she did this with every outfit she wore with him. But in her defense, he’d played her dressing room stalker for a solid hour. And now that he knew what happened to her, he was wanting to stalk her a whole lot more.
“No?” she worried, arms flopping to her side as his brain did its erotic tasting.
“Can’t I look for more than five seconds?”
She gave a few exasperated breaths. “Do I need to turn again?” She didn’t wait for his answer, presenting her ass.
He angled his head. “How is it your…rear fills the back and the front is swallowed completely in the denim?”
“Are you picking on my big butt?” she cried, facing him with a distraught look.
He had to laugh at her choice of words. Big butt. “Never would I ever.”
“Then what? These are overalls, they’re supposed to be big in the front so I can move around and fish and stuff.” She went through comical motions that might resemble fishing, he wasn’t entirely sure.
“Now you’re laughing.”
“Because of your odd dancing.”
She propped her hands on her cocked, angry hips, glaring those gorgeous eyes at him. She’d lined them with black again, he realized. “That’s not dancing!”
“Not a fishing dance?”
“I was pretending to fish, good grief.” She aimed her finger at him, back to happy smiles. “We should play charades later for one of our games since you’re so bad at it. So you can learn the human body language! That's super important!”
“I took a class on kinesics and that wasn’t normal body language. That was Darby language.”
She threw her head back with a big laugh and the raucous sound and sight aroused the hell out of him. She made her way over and paused before him. “Oh…” she said, looking him over before blessing him with her direct gaze. “So you get to be all drop dead gorgeous and I have to go looking like a fat-ass Mary Jane.”
“I like you in this,” he said, attempting to address her depleted self-esteem while his body boiled with her compliment. “And…expressing that is proving to be one of those things I’m wholly untrained in.”
She pounced on the vulnerability with a happy, “You’re so right. You should practice that. With me. Or…others if you want.”
“I surely don’t,” he said, loving that she was possessive.
She crossed her arms before him. “Go ahead.”
“Go ahead?”
“Practice,” she cried. “Complimenting me.” She fanned her face with both hands, blinking her eyes rapidly. “Tell me how beautiful I am. And sexy in my fat clothes. Pile it on thick. But make it seem real,” she warned with a serious look.
He couldn’t stop his grin as he allowed his gaze to move over her.
“I can tell you now, all this eye roaming you’re doing makes a girl insecure.”
“I think I’ll need to create an entire new language to accurately express what I think of you.”
“Ummmm,” she said with one judgy eye squinted on him. “Thatcouldbe amazing but it’s missing…the meat of what you want to express. Maybe it means you need an entire new language to say how grotesque I am, it could go either way.”
He adored her sense of humor. “You’re right. Then I should clarify with…I’ll need to create an entire new language to accurately express how…” His chuckle escaped at the cringing look she wore, as if bracing for impact. “It astonishes me that you aren’t aware of your own beauty. It should be as obvious to you as the sun, I truly do not understand it.”
He watched an evolution of emotions slowly moving over her face, the final one startling him.
“I’m sorry, what did I say wrong?” he wondered, hurrying to her and touching one of the hands covering her face. “Why are you crying?”
She shook her head. “Because I’m silly,” she barely squeaked.
