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“I
don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she murmured. “You think we could make it
through a meal without wanting to strangle each other?”
“We’re
trying some new recipes for ladies night,” Amos said
Pulling back the sleeve
of my coat I saw that I was ten minutes late.
It was the first time
Max had anything to do with MMA since he left Mankato and moved to Minneapolis.
He didn’t even watch it anymore. The memories of all that had happened were
just too painful.
A week ago, he’d enjoyed
a cocktail with the woman who he'd later found out had cheated on him, and a
few days after that he’d said farewell to his mother and Duncan, the man he’d
called father for the last twenty years.
Jo Parker smoothed the
silk of her deep purple dress with dry palms.
Not even the slap of his
palm across his forehead banished her stricken look, her race for the door and
her frantic dash across the car park, in the wrong direction.
Salmon Wellington was
worth clapping about. It sure beat nuking a frozen entrée.
I'd never been to a restaurant that
was a converted jail. This was going to be the most unique eating experience
ever.
The demon’s hands were freezing, his
wings cold and rubbery against Kestrel’s arm where he had her tucked her in
close to him as they flew.
