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I love milkshakes and fries Guilt swam up, and she shoved it aside "Thank you," she said softly "I don’t have anya hand over his chin, he said, "I’ve noticed that about you"

He was angry about things she had no control over "I didn’t knoas running until--"

"Until what?"

Until I destroyed half the e I’d left ht be, too? "I didn’t actually plan this, okay?" she said, her da of hotel sha her aback "I’m not your slave Got it?"

"Slave!" Her headache returned full force "Is that what you think anchors are? No wonder you washed out" Ticked, she put her feet up on the coffee table

He rose and began to pace, his agitation far oing to make your coffee, wait on you, or rub your feet As soon as I knohat happened in that office, we are done Understand?"

Sniffing, Peri brushed at her clothes "You have the personality of an ar the truth beforeI believe in Forgiveyou into my mind"

Hand over his ht I’m sorry," he said as his hand dropped "I have no evidence that you’re corrupt You’re probably a very nice person Someone who only kills people who kill her first"

And his apology started so nicely, too "That’s as good as it’s going to get, huh?"

"Yup" Silas bobbed his head, the golden light leaking around the blinds, casting stripes on hilow, traveled up his narroaist to the hint of hair showing from behind his not-so-pressed-any jaw--currently clenched in anger The hint of stubble made him look … more than accessible Familiar, almost

"You knohat I’d really like to know?" she said, watching the way the sunhihts clearly on so else

"If Ridley Scott ever finished his Blade Runner sequel"

He started, the blank wonder on his face giving her pause "Ah, yes, he did" Mood softened, he sat down "It was really good"