Infinityglass

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“The only reason you want my help is so you can see my girls in a corset,” I said.

“Hallie. Keep it real.” Poe rolled his eyes. “I know those aren’t yours.”

I launched a thigh-high boot at his head but missed, leaving a black mark on my bedroom wall.

Poe Sharpe was built like a spark plug, compact and hard, with an imperfect face that always made girls take a second look. Probably as they tried to figure out why he was attractive. I chalked it up to his smile, his swagger, and an unhealthy amount of leather.

“Why can’t you just pop in and be done with the whole thing?” I asked.

“You have to distract the front man so I can get the job done,” Poe answered, with a fair amount of tolerance for all the bitching I was doing.

“I’m just saying,” I grumbled as I laced up the other boot, “that there’s no point in being able to teleport if you still need a sidekick. I could be doing something more useful.” And more exciting.

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