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Tad saw the change come over her. Something shifted after he hit her with that off-hand tease.
She sat straighter. Gave a half nod to herself as she tugged her t-shirt smooth. She’d tried to flirt a little, and it hadn’t fit her at all. Just not the person she was. Not that she was bad at it; she’d delivered the line perfectly and definitely sent his imagination to some very nice places.
But it didn’t fit his image of her.
And if he was reading her face right—he’d become a good judge of expressions in all of his rescues—it abruptly didn’t fit her own image of herself either. Not even a little.
He glanced at Suzy. She was looking at Tabby, they were sitting almost knee-to-knee on the cargo bay deck, but she wasn’t seeing it. Suzy should be the one he was attracted to. Flirty and funn
