Calhoun

“Lurid?” She gaped at him. “Go ahead, tell me you’ve never been to a female strip show.”

Calhoun got up, looking uncomfortable. “That’s different.”

“Oh, sure it is. Women are sex objects but men aren’t, right?”

“She’s got you there,” Justin said.

Calhoun glared at both of them, turned on his heel and left the room. Abby gazed after him smugly, feeling as if she’d won at least a minor victory. There was little consolation in her triumph, though. Calhoun had been harder to get along with than a bone-dry snake at a poison water hole lately. She didn’t know how or what, but she was going to have to do something about the situation, and soon.

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