“That sneaky smile. Most of us do have different smiles, you know, for different occasions.”
“That stung, did it?” He went around to his side, climbed in and tossed the red-bound report in the box in the back seat that held his working files. “I wouldn’t worry about it,” he told her reassuringly. “I doubt most people notice the difference. Personally, though, I kind of like the crinkles.”
“I don’t recall expressing an interest in your opinion. My goodness, this car is chilly. Would you turn on the heat, please?”
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