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[butterflyfactor]

Layla was on the porch, sitting cross legged and straight backed in the chair, reading a travel book in Portuguese. She looked totally at ease and pleased with life. This was because for the first time in a long time, she knew something someone else didn't know, that actually applied to the island.

It felt good.

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[howmanylives]

Jamie suppressed a shiver, and the small hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, unseen. Carefully, he placed his hands over Layla's, and guided them higher up his chest. He was panicked enough still for the both of them, and he had absolutely no intention to have a repeat of Mardi Gras.

"I'm a detective," he pointed out. "If there's a question mark, I say we look for an answer, hmm?"

[butterflyfactor.livejournal.com]

Oops. Hands. Right.

She bit her lip momentarily before nodding, then smiling a little.

"Not the worst plan I ever heard," she said optimistically, before leaning up to kiss him again, lightly.