"Hmm?" Elijah turned Orlando's chin, nodded in the direction of Viggo's table, and the laughing, well-built, sexy stranger seated next to him. "That." Orlando's eyes widened appreciatively. "Mother of..." "Mmhmm." Elijah rested his chin in his hand. "Bet he'd be hell on wheels." "Lij, he'd kill you, mate. One of his shoulders is bigger than your chest." "Believe me, I'd noticed." "We need his name. Hold on." Orlando flashed Elijah a brilliant smile and jumped up. "Back in a tick." "No flirting!" Elijah called. "I want a fair shot!" Orlando simply laughed and continued forward.
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