I knew that if I asked, you would give me a real answer. A smile that held sadness, self-deprecation, mocking, and something else, something that sadness was too light a word for. My skirt was up so high that the front of me was totally exposed, and for me, that was naked. I hate patting down someone who's alive, so much easier to search the dead for weapons.
He was frowning again, but more like he was thinking. I waved it away. Maybe I was shielding too much, hiding too much of what I was, or maybe he was simply that arrogant. What just happened? It wasn't my secret to tell, but it felt like dirty pool sending Jason to drive Louie home without warning him.
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