Gordon finished
his feed on a guinea pig, feeling the companionable warmth of Amanda at his
side as she dined on a rabbit’s blood.
He would have liked to have continued standing there, waiting for her to
finish her meal, but he knew how awkward most people found his silences. She might even think he was being creepy, and
he did not want Amanda thinking that.
Reluctantly, he disposed of the guinea pig’s carcass and headed for his
cot.
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