“Yeah. You nearly walked in front of him, Vera.”
“Really?” She laughed. “Didn’t notice. I was watching the girls dance.” She did a shimmy, shaking her chest nearly under his nose.
Sam laughed, holding his hands in front of his eyes—peeking. “Put ’em away! Emma would kill me for even looking. Not that they aren’t nice to look at….”
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