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"She heard a trill of laughter float down the hall, lifted a brow. "Company?" "Indeed." With his disapproving eye, Summerset scanned her wilted shirt and slacks, skimmed over the weapon harness still strapped to her side. "I suggest you bathe and change before meeting your guests." "I suggest you kiss my ass," she said cheerfully and strolled by him."