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Date Posted: 00:14:38 10/06/07 Sat
Author: Reese
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Braden 's message, " inside" on 00:00:50 10/06/07 Sat

(She watched him with an outward sense of defiance and an inward sense of utter feminine frustration. Just who did he think he was? Colonol Nichols, thats what he thought.. and what, was she just one of his troops? Oh hell no. Her brows shifted so that only one remained raised, as though he had just told her that the sky was green. When he started in on asking for her explanation, she brought one slender hand up and delicately scratched the bridge of her nose, appearing not all that affected by his drill sergeant's routine. Inside she was more than a little unnerved and even more pissed off by his attitude.. but she looked outwardly calm.) Actually. (She said when he was done, and swallowed, lifting her chin to look up at him with soft, intelligent eyes.) Following the explosion, Commander McLean wasn't thrilled with the idea of making the building nominally the headquarters. So, technically I was playing video games at the law offices of Cammeier and Associates. (She smiled then, that slow smile catlike smile she had when she felt particularly proud of herself. And, if he was quite finished, there was a nice bit of sun on the deck she wanted to lie in for the remainder of the morning. If he should want to join her, she would gladly allow him so long as he left his grumpus attitude behind. That secretly rogue part of her body was highly aware of the raw masculine sex appeal of an angry - or even perturbed - Braden.. which was the only reason she didn't turn around and walk away from him. She didnt want him irate - cause then he was kinda scary.)

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