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His eyes roved up and down her body, from her leather boots to her armored shoulders.
“You are a hunter?” he said. His eyebrow rose nearly to his hairline.
She put down her mug and looked at the man standing over her. “Why? Are you prey?”
His cheeks colored. He put a hand down on the tabletop and leaned close. “What if I said I’m a hunter too?”
This time it was her eyes that did the roving, from his slippered feet to his paunch. She turned back to her mug and drank. “Then I’d say I like my odds.”