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Cyrus woke to the dark lavender pre-light of dawn. He sat up on the tabletop rock and looked down at Kalispell, covered now under a hazy blanket of wood smoke corkscrewing up from a thousand chimneys. |
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A dream, he thought sadly. Just a dream. |
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When he slipped back into the room, Kyna's bed was empty and he could hear the sound of water running in the shower. He quickly undressed, wadded up the dark clothing and stuffed them into his bag. He sniffed himself. |
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Not too bad, considering, he thought. |
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The water in the bathroom stopped and he heard the plastic shower curtain slide backKyna was humming softly. From the bedroom he could smell hersweet with soap and pungent with shampoo. He sat on the bed with just a towel around his hips, his body as taut as a guitar string. |
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She came into the bedroom with her arms up, weaving a towel around her wet hair. When she saw him, she stopped, so startled that for a moment she forgot she was naked. |
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"Oh! You're back. You certainly were up early." |
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His eyes were drawn to her breasts. They sagged only slightly, as if their weight was partially immune to the laws of gravity. The nipples were brown and sat in the middle of large round areolas like melted chocolate kisses. |
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She sensed the tension in his body. "What's wrong?" |
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Then she glanced down and realized why he was staring |
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