“Pass me my book, Spike.”

Xander watched Spike fetch a book that lay two inches beyond Giles’ reach. Because there was no fear in his respect for Giles, he commented, “Think I liked him better before you trained him.”

Giles watched Spike for a while; flirting with Tara, laughing with Dawn, glaring indignantly at a customer who thought he worked there. Mentally he assessed Spike’s behaviour and decided it had been good enough to have earned him a reward that night.

Lust shivered through him as he began to plan something suitable.

“Did you?” he said absently. “Can’t imagine why.”


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