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Her Denial
Atty heard him coming up behind her. She could tell it was him without having to turn around because of the way he walked. He would have made a good hunter, given the right training and upbringing, she mused. He already knew how to tread so quietly that crispy fall leaves underfoot wouldn’t crunch under his boots, and small limbs wouldn’t snap under his weight.
“You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that if you don’t want me knowing you’re trying to sneak up on me,” she commented with a grin.
There was a small snort of amusement. “What if I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you?” he asked. “What if I just wanted to stand here and watch you?”
“Watch me what?” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Wash the blood of
