34: Piran
Piran
“You’re in early again,” Casey said as she breezed into what Piran now thought of as his office.
“Thought I’d go to a party last night, come in late with a hangover, but they’re a bunch of old fuddies round here.”
“Oh, we know how to have fun when we want to.”
She headed to the dispenser, brushing past him. Felt like a finger trailed across his shoulder, but that had to be his imagination.
“Any progress?” She carried two flasks back to Piran’s desk. Cha, by the smell—lemony and sweet. She leaned against his desk, her back-side almost touching his palmie. Had tight trousers on today.
He forced himself to look up at her face. Yeah, would’ve been a vision a few years previous. Not bad now, to be honest. Especially when she smiled.
“It’s old stuff, isn’t it?”
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