Sheppard was smiling at him. Not the smile that had gotten them into trouble, but a genuine one, lazy and bitchy and hot as the damned sun. "Nice hiding place, McKay," he said, not looking around. "Had it long?"
I would pay good money for one of those lap dances...or one of those smiles.
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I would pay good money for one of those lap dances...or one of those smiles.
Wonderful story!