PLAYING WITH FIRE
Playing With Fire
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Trish leaned back in her chair and stretched her long legs out over the ottoman. It was a move designed to focus his attention; but to be honest, his attention didn’t need much more focusing. They’d been sitting here in the hotel lobby, close to the fireplace for nearly two hours. Save for a couple…