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But it looked like he did mind, because he had gone a bizarre shade of red.
    “I… um, so sorry…” Marcus mumbled and stuttered, averting his eyes and turning even redder, if that was possible.
    “Oh, it’s okay!” Stormy smiled breezily. “It’s not like you’ve never seen a breast before.”
    “Shhh,” Marcus hissed, looking panicked now. His eyes darted around to see if anyone had overhead her. “Do you have to say such inappropriate things in public?”
    Stormy giggled at him. She couldn’t care less who overheard them. “Does the word breast make you uncomfortable, Marcus?”
    “Sssshhh. Please stop it.” Marcus slid sheepishly into his seat and looked around once more. But the other passengers were too absorbed in what they were doing to notice what was going on, so she decided to push him a little further.
    “Breast, boob, boobies…” She teased playfully, almost laughing to see him squirming in his seat before turning to glare at her. She threw her hands up in resignation. “So I guess you wouldn’t like it if I said ass , either?”
    “You are the most inappropriate person I have ever met, Stormy!” Marcus hissed under his breath.
    “And you have the most blocked chakras I’ve ever seen.”
    “Well it’s a good thing I don’t believe in chakras, then.” Marcus sounded like he was getting genuinely pissed off.
    “Well they believe in you, Marcus,” Stormy countered. “They believe in you.”
    “You know that statement of yours makes no sense at all?” His tone seemed to be getting a little nasty, and Stormy didn’t like that.
    “Hey. No need to be a snapper-dragon.”
    “SNAP!” The word came out a little too loudly. “It’s a snap dragon.” He was really angry now.
    “Snip snap. Snipper, snapper. Snap, crackle, pop… whatever.” Stormy crossed her arms in a huff. She never fought with people, and she didn’t like it one little bit. Fighting was a waste of energy. But something about Marcus rubbed her up the wrong way. And he was clearly used to fighting with people – he did it for a living.
    They stared angrily at each other for a moment, before breaking away at the same time and sitting in silence. Stormy was still holding the amber in her hand, and was turning it around in her palm while trying to figure out why she’d liked the feel of his eyes on her so much, when she didn’t like him one little bit. When she’d looked up at him, his pupils had been dilated, and his expression had thrilled her. It held the promise of something. Sex and—
    Suddenly a perky airhostess appeared at her side and broke her train of thought.
    “Hello there. Can I offer you chicken or beef?” she asked with a toothy, too-white smile.
    “Do you have anything vegan?” Stormy asked.
    “Um… we have a vegetarian option. A lovely vegetable lasagna.”
    “Mmmm. It has cheese in it, doesn’t it?” Stormy tilted her head to the side and was about to launch into her do-I-have-to-tell-you -about-the-antibiotics-they-add-to-dairy-these-days speech when the airhostess spoke again .
    “Unfortunately it does.” The toothy smile flickered and it was clear that the airhostess was irked. “I could remove the cheese and just pick out the veggies…?” she offered, slightly sourly, but trying her best to hide her irritation.
    “That would be fabu-delish. Thanks so much.” Stormy heard Marcus sigh next to her and decided to ignore him.
    The airhostess smiled politely and turned to Marcus. “And you, sir? Chicken or beef?
    Marcus leaned over towards Stormy and raised his voice deliberately. “Beef, please. Big, bloody, chunky beef.”
    Stormy cringed at the image and once the airhostess had disappeared with a swish of her crisp linen skirt, she turned to Marcus. “Do you know that when an animal is killed, they experience intense fear and produce a surge of adrenalin, which is still in the meat when you eat it? You are eating fear and distress. It’s basically like eating negative