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“Why does it take twice as long to dress when someone is watching?” Carly asked him in a soft voice, barely louder than the pounding rotors of the descending Firehawk.
Steve didn’t know, but it was certainly true. “Your t-shirt is on backwards.”
“So?” She shot a nasty look at him. She was still naked below the waist and maybe thought him overly picky.
He traced a line connecting the tips of her breasts, appreciating how they responded to his lightest touch.
“It makes them labeled as Mount Hood. Two of them. Thought you’d want to know.”
She stared down at her labeled chest for several moments and then did one of those female armhole things and got it turned around without taking it off.
He scrambled to pin down the last of the lunch fixings and one of Carly’s socks that was about
