Vegas was conspiring against them. It was obvious. They'd started by hitting the New York New York blackjack tables. Counting came as easily to Reid as breathing. He even did it when he was watching cards on tv so needless to say, he'd won a bunch of money. Enough money that they'd comped him a penthouse suite. A suite with a giant king sized bed
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"H-how do you tell?" he asked. The augmentation station didn't really hold much interest for him but how she knew they were augmented did. In fact, during this trip and more and more lately, Faith held more and more of his attention. He was trying to figure out what her deal with him was but Reid was in unknown waters. He could profile a person all day but when it came to relationships he just didn't get it.
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"Seriously? It looks like she has an ass on her chest." Her deal, of course, was that she was feeling legitimate feelings for Reid, the type that always ended badly for her. To make matters worse, she actually liked having him around, which meant no get some and get gone behavior.
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At her words he directed his attention back to the stage, reaching in the pocket of his sweater for his glasses and put them on. He squinted up at the stage and shrugged. "Guess so. The weight balance is off so they don't rest correctly." He pointed out one of the women on the far end of the stage. "She's had classical ballet training and a lot of it. I wonder if her parents are pleased with her career choice or disappointed given that that much ballet training is expensive and time prohibitive."
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