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Her manicured nails tore at the tape. “Another dragonfly.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not.” She swept her hair up for Gibbs to fasten the clasp around her neck.
“I thought you said you liked dragonflies.”
“I do now that you buy them for me.”
“When we were in Marseille—”
“Just because a woman owns one dragonfly doesn’t mean she has an attachment to them, Jethro.”
“So you don’t like dragonflies.” He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, puzzled.
“I didn’t say that—”
“Damnit, Jen!”
She laughed and linked her hand in his.