The look on Micah's face said he knew it was trouble, too. Besides, if Bert ever suspected that I was that bothered by it, he'd use it against me. I suddenly found I could turn my head, a lot quicker than I had before. Or maybe I was just tired and didn't want to be standing ankle-deep in mud, staring down at a woman that was probably younger than I was, and now always would be.
He did what I'd seen in his head, he did what I'd offered. I turned to Malcolm, and I let my anger fill my voice. Not everyone's feet are that sensitive for foreplay, but when someone's feet are, they really are. Guilty, maybe, but not glad.
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