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Cyrus pulled a chair over from a neighboring table and quietly munched one of his cookies while Kyna wrapped up her business. As he chewed, he gave Georges the once-over. |
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The man was a sharp dresser: pleated silk slacks, a handwoven silk blazer and a conservative blue-and-red club tie. Georges was polite enough and smiled a lotand he made Cyrus feel like a slob. Before Cyrus knew it, Kyna and Georges stood and shook hands. Cyrus stood too, nodding and smiling and eyeing the diamond earring in Georges's left ear. |
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I should have studied gems instead of guns. |
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After Georges had disappeared up the escalator, Kyna and Cyrus reclaimed their seats. Kyna picked up her coffee cup and Cyrus offered her the last cookie. |
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"Thanks." She broke off half of the cookie and popped it into her mouth. |
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They finished their drinks and strolled around the mall for a few minutes, stopping at the bookstore and wandering through a huge department store. |
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"I have to meet someone here tomorrow evening," Kyna said on the way to the car. |
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"Georges?" It popped out before Cyrus could stop himself. |
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Kyna kept walking, but peered closely at his face. "You're not jealous, are you?" |
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"Don't be ridiculous," Cyrus sputtered. "I was just concerned. The guy looks shifty to me. He could be hiding anything in that ponytail of his." |
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Kyna stopped walking and started laughing. "Georges is gay." |
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"Oh. Right. I knew that." |
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"A good bodyguard picks up on things." |
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"Personal security specialist." |
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Her teasing tone made him squirm until she relented and started walking again. "Since we're going to have to hang around town another day, I wondered if you wanted to do something tomorrow morning?" |
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