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He wrapped strong fingers around his glass and exa his attention back tohave you been staying at a motel?"

"Feeeks"

I nodded Took another sip "Do you like it?"

"It’s a bed"

I nodded again and looked around,on to his chest He had clothes draped over a third chair in a corner, clothes I’d seen him wear often, siht was on, and I saw a few ant And the bed looked like it had been made before so are you planning on staying?"

"Long as it takes"

"As long as what takes?" Was he a temp of some kind? Perhaps a construction worker or professional assassin?

"My business"

"Oh" Clearly he had no intention of elaborating "What do you think of the town? Do you like it here?"

That tihly When he spoke, it ith a singular intensity "I like sohtened "Me, too I love Cookie, the woman I ith, and her husband, Bobert" When he raised a questioning brow, I amended the name "Robert, actually I just call hireat"

"And the cop?"

His questions surprised lass "Your boyfriend"

"Ian?" I asked, taken aback "He’s not my boyfriend"

"You’re alith him"

My eyes rolled of their own accord "No, he is alith et lost"

Who was he to tell me what to do? I stood, utterly annoyed "I’ll tell hiood and ready What do you care, anyway? You have throngs of woet lost?"

"Throngs?" he asked, eyeing me as I picked up the sandwiches and headed for the door

"And why did you invite me in here when you’re in a relationship?"

"I’m in a relationship?"

I turned As if he didn’t know "You’re seeing Francie"

"I’ anyone And who the hell is Francie?"