Sergi grinned as he pulled the skirt over his trousers and fastened it at the waist. The long folds of dark gray material fell to his ankles. He had appropriated it from the clothing hanging from a line under an eave. Until he knew exactly what he was dealing with, he would scout the area in disguise.
He pulled the long, heavy gray shawl over his head and adjusted it, then picked up the thick piece of wood he’d found to use as a cane, and made sure the clothes and shawl covered everything but his fingertips. He couldn’t help but wonder what La’Rue’s expression would be if she could see him now.
“Ah, my little alien, if only we had met under different circumstances,” he muttered under his breath, unable to stop thinking of the vixen with the red hair, sharp tongue, and enticing lips.
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