He
used the opportunity to check her makeup as he buffed her arm clean. No damage.
Prosthetics in place.
"Makeup's fine," whispered Cade. "You know, those fake teeth are kinda
sexy."
Glancing sharply at him, Mandi started to say, "They aren't..." then said,
"Watch it, smartass."
"Oh, yes'm. Watching it now. In fact, there's a spot on the back of your
right leg. Hold still another minute."
Kneeling behind her, he folded the towel to a clean spot and rubbed the
smudge from Mandi's calf. As he stood up, he saw the brunette newswoman eyeing
him sharply, curiously.
Patting Mandi's shoulder, Cade whispered, "There you go. All clean, milady.
Go gettum," and stepped back a pace as he re-bagged the towel.
A hotel employee stood near the front of the car. Cade tossed the bag to her
with a grin and said, "It's a hotel towel."
The woman looked at the bag, then at Mandi, and clutched the bag tightly to
her middle as if afraid someone would take it from her. Had the towel suddenly
become a souvenir?
From the glove compartment of the car Cade took a sheaf of folded papers,
which he handed to Mandi.
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