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Chapter 8

He sighed. “Jerky, then. You’re being a jerk.”

“Ah,” I ahhed. “Then yes, I’m being a jerk. Mainly because you casually slipped into a conversation about sewing that you broke into a military database. I tend to think that the military frowns on such things, especially when you’re stealing their secrets. Even if it is to create nothing more than a couple of onesies.”

“Which are bulletproof. And dagger-proof,” he added, proudly. “I think it might block radiation, too, but only as a side benefit.”

“Icing on the cake.”

He touched fingertip to button nose. “Exactly.” He squinted my way. “Wait, jerky again?”