As Rachel slid from his arms, Tom had to smile at her wisecrack. He nodded, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, which was still knotted with leftover tension. "I'll go ya one better...no sidearms required." he quipped. "Think you can handle the calm? I mean, now that you're Super Spy Chick and all..."
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Date: 2006-06-02 04:33 am (UTC)