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Perching
herself
on
the
corner
of
Justine
's
table
,
she
swung
one
leg
provocatively
under
Dane
's
nose
and
watched
him
with
an
undisguised
appreciation
he
clearly
found
disconcerting
.
Lord
,
he
was
really
something
!
How
had
plain
old
cart-horse
Jus
collected
herself
a
brother
who
looked
like
this
?
He
might
be
only
eighteen
and
it
might
be
cradle-snatching
,
but
who
cared
?
"
How
about
coming
over
to
my
place
for
coffee
and
whatever
?
"
she
asked
,
looking
down
at
Dane
.
"
The
two
of
you
?
"
she
added
reluctantly
.
Justine
shook
her
head
positively
,
her
eyes
lighting
up
at
a
sudden
thought
.
"
No
,
thanks
,
I
ca
n't
.
You
'll
have
to
be
content
with
Dane
.
"
He
shook
his
head
just
as
positively
,
but
rather
regretfully
,
as
if
he
was
truly
tempted
.
"
Thanks
anyway
,
Martha
,
but
I
ca
n't
.
"
He
glanced
at
his
watch
as
at
a
savior
.
"
Lord
,
I
've
only
got
a
minute
left
on
my
meter
!
How
much
longer
are
you
going
to
be
,
Jus
?
"
"
About
ten
minutes
.
"
"
I
'll
wait
for
you
outside
,
all
right
?
"
"
Chicken
!
"
she
mocked
.
Martha
's
dusky
eyes
followed
him
.
"
He
is
absolutely
gorgeous
.
Why
wo
n't
he
look
at
me
?
"
Justine
grinned
sourly
,
scrubbed
her
face
clean
at
last
.
The
freckles
were
coming
back
.
Maybe
London
would
help
;
no
sun
.
"
Oh
,
do
n't
worry
,
he
looks
.
He
'd
like
,
too
.
But
will
he
?
Not
Dane
.
"
"
Why
?
What
's
the
matter
with
him
?
Never
tell
me
he
's
a
poof
!
Shit
,
why
is
it
every
gorgeous
man
I
meet
is
a
poof
?
I
never
thought
Dane
was
,
though
;
he
does
n't
strike
me
that
way
at
all
.
"
