
An acute sense of danger stumbled up my spine and paused at the back of my brain like a drunk bracing against a wall, waiting to vomit. Taking slow, deep breaths, I watched her walk away, removing her clothes and leaving a trail of name-brand undergarments as breadcrumbs into her bedroom. One last glimpse over her shoulder at me, she smiled and arched her back, turning slightly to give me a view. But the danger was actually behind me, an Army Ranger about to enter the hallway and walk into my peripheral vision. He was looking for his long-lost girlfriend, and I was in the right place at exactly the wrong time.
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