All righty. I can do that. Here's that bit from my WIP, Quick Fix, which is the second book in my Ciel Halligan, Aura Adaptor series:
"The judge Billy told you was letting him go—who was it?"
"I don't know. He didn't say her name."
He looked pleased. "Her? Well, that narrows it down. Okay, what'd he have on her?"
"What do you mean?" I stalled, not wanting to admit what I knew. No point in getting Thomas even angrier. My compulsion to protect Billy was confusing the hell out of me, but it was there.
Unfortunately, Thomas had plenty of experience reading my face. "Blackmail, Ciel ..."
That might or might not be seven lines here, depending on the size of your screen, but it's close enough. Also, it may or may not survive the final cut, and, if it does, it probably won't be on page 77. Because, yannoh, things change.
And now, Lucky Seven has reinforced for me that I really need to go do some more work on this sucker ...
Oh, wait ... before I go:
Do you believe in luck?
Do you have a lucky charm?