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Three letters, no last nama to me, and he was … well, he was special and he knew it

“Your food is not poisoned,” I told hi deeply as I tried to interject so conversation The nearby candle, one that reminded me of pumpkin spice, almost overwhelmed his unique, outdoorsy scent that reminded me of pine needles and fresh air

“I don’t know about that, Peaches” Luc’s full lips curved into a half smile These were lips that I had recently become well fa as the rest of hiet rid of me”

“Is it that obvious?” she replied, her thin, fake sht I had a rather good poker face”

“I doubt you could ever successfully hide your ra his arms over his broad chest “I o, you pointed a pistol at me, and the last tiun So, I think you’ve made it pretty clear”

“We could always go for a third tiranite “Third tiht?”

Luc’s chin dipped and those thick lashes lowered, shielding astonishingly jewel-tone eyes Aave away the fact that he was rockinghis irises was also a good indication that there was only a little bit of human in him “There won’t be a third time, Sylvia”

Oh dear

Things were … well, aard between her and Luc

They had ato do ho I used to be, but I’d thought the whole grilled-cheese-and-to of a truce, but an offering nonetheless Obviously, I’d been wrong Fros had gone downhill fast between the two of them

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” she re up a dishcloth “You knohat they say about the arrogant man”

“No, I don’t” Luc dropped his elbow to the island and propped his chin onto his fist “But please enlighten me”

“An arroganthis “Even on his deathbed”

“Okay,” I jumped in when I saw Luc’s head tilt to the side “Can you two stop trying to out-snark each other so we can eat our sandwiches and soup like norreat”