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Emergency Contact
In hindsight, he should’ve guessed Moran’s knife-work would be impeccable. The remainder of his culinary skill, however, was still a mystery. The man’s well-established poshness more or less ruled out the possibility that he’d learned as a child, and Jay had doubts that there were cooking classes on the curriculum at Sandhurst — although, admittedly, he hadn’t checked.
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Anytime You Like
Despite twelve years in the Army and an active social life, Sebastian had never seen this many cocks in one place before. That they were all made of silicone and currently in a bag was a minor detail. “Why do you have so many of these?”
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The Hurrah
“What you are,” Stepan snarled at her, “is a coddled, spoiled brat who has never faced a real challenge in her life. Everything you have—everything—was handed to you because of me. And when you’re found at the bottom of this pretty, expensive staircase with a broken neck, none of your famous friends, none of your stupid things, will have mattered one bit.”
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Turnabout
Kira cut in again; the words “insurance investigator” caught Sebastian’s attention, followed by: “Bad enough we had to clean up a body—”
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How Jay Got to the Safe House
He’d paid particular attention to the door when he designed this place. It was near-impenetrable, difficult to cut through and difficult to pick open. But not impossible, because Moran didn’t have a key. And if this wasn’t Moran, there wouldn’t be much Jay could do about it.