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Marlie's Mystery Man
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2018
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When he emerged from the bathroom, Caid’s hair was damp and curled the least bit, and Marlie took a couple of seconds to get a good look at his face, the rest of his anatomy being already etched in her mind.
It was a good face, she thought, angles and planes in all the right places, a nose just a trifle large and definitely arrogant, eyes the color of pine needles.
One eye, however, had a dilly of a shiner, with its bruise taking up half of Caid’s smooth cheek below and reaching into his hairline above. On the same side, his forehead bore a big knot topped with an ugly-looking gash.
He sat down in a nearby chair to pull on his boots. “Damn, I hate dirty socks,” he muttered. “Do you have any idea where my bag is?”
“Ann took it when she gave me the room.”
He sighed. “I’ll get it later. And I need my kit. It’s hell shaving with a pink razor.”
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