Chapter Twenty
“You just can’t seem to keep yourself out of trouble, can you, Dr. Rivers?” said Tres.
I walked out of the monastery as Tres swaggered into the gates. The army pants he wore hugged his thighs. The shirt tucked into his waistband showed off his narrow hips and hinted at the six-pack beneath the fabric.
“Hi, Tres.” Loren wiggled her fingers. She inhaled and her breasts swelled.
I turned to her, glaring.
Her expression turned pinched and she exhaled, but her boobs were still facing the same direction, headed for Tres. Loren shrugged, completely unapologetic. Then she crossed her arms over her chest. At the approach of the military men, she uncrossed them again.
I turned back to Tres. “What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like?” he said. “Trying to get a date.”
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