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ers. He came out and leaned against the door. "What can I do for you?" |
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The woman said, "You some kind of super Republican?" |
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He smiled dubiously. "What do you mean?" |
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"Karate, tennis, marksmanship? Unless you're the Bionic Man, you have to be rich to be able to afford all this stuff." |
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"You know what they say about short guys, classic over-achievers." |
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She picked up the photo of Cyrus in his karate outfit. "Are you dangerous?" |
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She didn't wear much makeup: a touch of color on the cheeks, a pale lipstick that subdued her hair and eyes. Yet Cyrus thought her most attractive cosmetic was the natural sprinkling of cinnamon-colored freckles across her nose. They fascinated him. |
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"Dangerous?" he replied. "No, just careful, Miss . . ." |
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Instead of an answer he got a card pressed into his hand. |
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Kyna Rand
International Diamond Buyers, Ltd. |
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"So, Miss Rand, what can I do for you?" |
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"I'm not sure you can do anything for me." |
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Cyrus took a warm-up jacket from the coat closet behind the front door and slipped it on, and then let his hand rest on the front doorknob. "Well, when you're sure . . ." |
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"No," Kyna replied quickly. "What I meant to say wasI don't really know if I need a bodyguard." |
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Was this where he was supposed to say, With a body like that? But her attitude was beginning to get on his nerves so he just stared and watched her squirm. |
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"I have this trip coming updiamonds. Did I mention that I deliver diamonds?" Cyrus shook his head. "Anyway, I have to leave in a couple of days and will be gone about two weeks and . . ." |
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