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There is the distinct hint of man when she arrives home.

This does not bode well. Sally's instincts are attuned to sniffing out the intruder and sending him skittering off with a well placed use of the word 'tampon', but she's displeased with the mere fact that she has to. There should be no men in her humble abode. This is where she strips off all the layers and lets her scary out. This should be a man-free zone.

"Excuse me?" she got out sharply. "What are you doing here?" she demanded of the man, arms crossed firmly as she regarded him and trying not to make notice of the fact that he was handsome.

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Hank didn't have much to his name on the island, so apart from a few black t-shirt and pairs of jeans, his bed was pretty bare. He tossed the clothes to the foot of it and flopped down to make himself comfortable, folding his hands behind his head.

When the woman appeared, he lifted himself onto his elbows and flashed her a smile. "Hi, roomie."