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"Please let me know if there's anything more I can do for you, Mr. Mohandis." Gwin had her hands folded primly in front of her. Ever the consummate hostess, her smile was everything accommodating and proper as she stood before the room that had been made up for Tres's overnight stay.
Behind me, I heard the low rumble of a growl. Lance's ginger head was bowed, but I could've sworn I saw sparks fly as he turned on his heel and stalked down the hall.
Gwin frowned in confusion and concern as she looked down the hall after Lance's retreating figure. Tres arched a knowing eyebrow at the knight's back. When he turned back to Gwin, his smile held not an ounce of propriety. He looked grateful, and a touch humble, at her show of hospitality.
"I'm sure my brief stay will rival that of any five-
