Creatures of THE Night
"I'm pissed at you, stop trying to talk like some Marx brothers act!"
"Which one am I? Chico, Harpo, Groucho, Gummo, or Zeppo? I think out of all my favorite siblings, I'm the Groucho. 'Cause of the eyebrows, see?" I slipped into a pretty solid Groucho accent while I wiggled my thick brows at her. Her laughter was infectious, a nice breathy giggle that had my joining her. "Works better when I have my cigar, doll."
"I'm sure it does." She shook her head, and a whole panel of garnet red waves slipped over her sweater-covered shoulder. My fingers ached to touch it. "How about you answer my question first and then I can start believing that you come in peace?"
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