Room 418, Thursday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Stretched out on her bed, door cracked open, Cara was once more attempting to read that book.

Well, it wasn't so much reading it which was the problem as the fact it didn't make any sense. It should have been clear to anyone with eyes that someone who made that big a show about their discretion then started telling anyone who'd listen about how terribly he'd supposedly been treated wasn't the least bit trustworthy.

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[wrongkindofsith]

Not an unpleasant one, Cara hoped. She grinned at him and tossed her gloves down beside the bed.

If she took her time about unbuckling her belt and reaching behind her back to unlace her leathers, well, she really did want to ensure she had his undivided attention.