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“Raylan Givens!” Raylan felt goosebumps on the back of his neck. Hearing his name in that familiar voice never stopped tingling. Boyd’s big, toothy grin was on show. He clasped Raylan’s hand, pulling him in close. “Marshal business bring you down my way?” Boyd’s eyes were knowing; voice dropped to a murmur. “Or is it…personal business?” Raylan shivered at the air brushing over his face, still held by Boyd. “This silver tongue is good for more than just words, y’know.” Boyd leaned in and delicately ran his tongue up the side of Raylan’s neck; his voice deepened. “Come inside.”