Nails, Truth and Denial
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"Harm, what are you doing?"

He looked up startled, trying a vain attempt at hiding the nail filers from Sarah Mackenzie's piercing gaze.

"Ahh …" think Rabb, think! "Just working on some … files." Good one, throw in some wit while you're at it why don't ya.

Her beautiful features lit up in a cheeky grin. Under normal circumstances, he would take pleasure in making her happy, but this wasn't a good sign. Something was on that way too sharp mind of hers and it was coming his way.

"Harmon Rabb, I should've known. You're a metrosexual."

"A what?" the confusion was genuine.

"A metrosexual. Male equivalent of a beautifying female. You love to groom, manicure, moisturise-"

"I am not." The denial was fast and fierce, but alas, useless on perceptive Marine.

"Do you wax?"

"NO!"

She gave him a knowing look.

"Well, if you need any tips, you know where to find me."