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“You smell like shit,” Catherine says, squeezing the water out of her hair. “Hey now,” Warrick says with an easy grin. “So did you up until ‘bout ten minutes ago.” She smirks as he saunters toward the showers, and she pretends not to watch him go. They’ve always had an easy kind of relationship with moments of flirting peppering their friendship. But this morning was different. This morning they’d had a definite moment. When he comes back from the shower without a shirt on and his jeans
slung low on his hips, she gives up pretending not to look and he gives
up pretending not to notice.
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