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31 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 24, 2012
"Yeah, I'm late. Traffic," Zeke muttered, knowing he expected Miles to understand everything from that one word, including the fact Zeke left the gallery later than planned, got distracted by some late street theatre on the way, and then nearly got mown down by a cab.
He realized he couldn't find the words, which was a shock in itself. Instead, he let his feelings slide over his flesh like warm fingers, some of them familiar, some of them not, but everything colored by the sharp, almost fearful excitement that comes with a fresh touch. He felt exposed.