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. I ll help you find something.Á
Unforgiven99Braelan shrugged, stuck the shirt on the rack and circled around to stand next to him. Thank you,Á
he said. I am afraid I m a bit& lost in this place.Á
 Yeah, I noticed that.Á
He had a feeling this place didn t just refer to Kmart.Braelan was lost in this city, in this country sometimes it seemed he was lost in this world.Like he d come from another planet, or an alternate universe orsomething. Okay.That suede s good on you, but we re not going to find anything like that here.Let s see& Á
His critical analysis of Braelan turned into a stare, and he couldn t help picturing the way the man looked best.Naked.Christ, he was practically drooling with thethought of all that hard muscle and smooth flesh under the suede.A languid smile spread on Braelan s face. What are you thinking just now?Á
 You need color.Á
He tore his gaze away and shunted a few hangers aside, harder than necessary. Nothing bright or pale and not too dark.This stuff s not right.Come on.Á
He seized the cart, backed it out and headed for a circular rack with higher-priced shirts.Braelan followed, still wearing that knowing little smile. Perhaps we should return to the Grotto and finish our shopping later.Á
 No.Let s get this done.Á
He drew a deep breath, hoping to clear his head and got a lungful of that intoxicating scent that d been following him around lately.Theclean, powerful cocktail of a summer storm on the wind.There was no way it was coming from outside, so it had to be Braelan.It sure as hell wasn t him. Is thatyour deodorant or cologne?Á
he said as he started hunting through the round rack. Smells great, whatever it is.Old Spice?Á
A loud silence responded. Braelan?Á
He glanced over his shoulder.The man looked like he d been punched.River s brow furrowed. Hey, are you all right?Á
100S.W.Vaughn Yes.Á
Braelan closed his eyes.When he opened them again, he seemed a little better. That is correct.It is Old& Spice.Á
Liar.He wouldn t call him on it, but he did wonder why the hell anyone would lie about what kind of deodorant they used.It wasn t like the Old Spice police werelurking around the corner, waiting for some unsuspecting moron to admit he used Speed Stick. Right,Á
he said. Anyway, let s try something like this.Á
He took aribbed mock turtleneck from the rack and held it out. Royal purple.It ll bring out your eyes.Á
Not that Braelan s eyes needed bringing out.Especially when they widened in shock like that. Um.What s wrong?Á
 Royal,Á
Braelan whispered. You believe I should wear royal colors.Á
He frowned. That s just what it s called.Royal purple.You know, like navy blue or cadet gray.It suits you.Á
 I see.Á
Braelan took the shirt and calmed down a little. You may be right,Á
he said with a smile. I do like this color.Á
 Good.Throw it in the cart, and we ll find you a couple more.Then you re gonna need pants and& stuff too.Á
He couldn t bring himself to say underwear.Mentioning Braelan and underwear in the same breath would set off his raging lust again and might get him drooling for real.He could go without that embarrassment. Excellent.Á
Most of Braelan s strange reactions had faded, and he looked almost normal again.Maybe they d survive this shopping trip after all.But when River turned the cart toward a different rack, he caught sight of a familiar figure hovering at the shoe section that drove away the lingering weirdness, alongwith everything else except sickening fury.Monte.The lanky son of a bitch had a cart too, but its contents were a little more expensive than clothes.He had enough electronics equipment in there to open hisUnforgivenUnforgiven101own damned store.Most of it, as far as he could tell, was security stuff.Cameras, monitors, audio recorders.At once, River knew what happened to the rest of the money.Leaving the cart and a confused Braelan behind, he stalked through the racks toward Monte.He wasn t sure what he d do he wanted to pound the man into theground, but that d just bring the cops down.Maybe he couldn t do shit.But he was still going to confront the bastard.As River approached, Monte looked up with vague disinterest that turned to confusion.By the time he reached him, there was a cold recognition. River,Á
he said. I d say it s nice to see you, but I do hate to lie.Á
 Really? That s funny, Monte.I m pretty sure lying s the only thing you re actually good at.How can you stand to live?Á
He bared his teeth. How long did youhave a camera in my room, you weaselly little shit?Á
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