I don't think he got the joke. I couldn't turn around enough to see Peter's face without turning away from the bad guys, so I don't know what he looked like. There was a disgruntled sound from behind the rug. I actually looked up at him then, getting a brief glimpse of his face, leaning so close below mine, the startling glimpse of his blue-green eyes in that dark face.
I watched him walk and wondered where in the world he was hiding the third gun. There was something wrong with what they were wearing, but my eyes couldn't make sense of it, and I had other more immediate problems than what people were wearing. All I could see was the body. But he's not happy with my choice of lovers.
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