Cole stared at the words “Property of the FBI” stenciled in peeling letters across Lara's chest and suddenly felt a twinge of… envy? He hated the idea of Lara as anyone’s “property.” Least of all the bureau’s. The flare of possessiveness made him uneasy and his scowl deepened. This was a new low in the annals of sexual depravity, he thought. Jealous of his own fucking sweatshirt.
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