“You have the most lovely skin,” Finn told her. “Like mahogany. Like the finest river loam. Could I touch it?” “You are touching it, Casanova,” Rita answered, eyes on the blood pressure dial. “Behave.” “Casanova?” Finn shot Diego a questioning glance. “Famous lover.” “Ah. A compliment?” “Sarcasm.” Please don’t make me explain sarcasm. “Typical.” Apparently, it wouldn’t be necessary.”
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