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Chloe laughed “You’re as sensitive as ever, I see”

He just grunted Typical Scott

“Seriously though, sis, stainless appliances, granite counter tops, is that a Viking range? Shit, youin here”

Chloe motioned to a chair at her round oak table A thrift store rab you some coffee And I do love to cook, but since it’s just reat to have you around to spoil with sos from the cabinet directly above her coffee pot

“Ohhis flat stoeto pack on being here Bring it, girl”

Chloe smiled She’d hadn’t been as excited for Scott’s visit as she should have been, more concerned with her own anxieties and issues, but now that he was here and the enjoy with hi soood for her She’d been alone far tooanother person to cook for was just what the doctor ordered She loved to cook and really hadn’t done her near-professional grade kitchen justice Well, she’d be sure to give it a workout over the next teeks

“Black?”

“Yep”

She drank it the sas she had in co on the table, she took the empty chair directly across fro and invigorating smell of the preaze collided with Scott’s very serious, and pretty griross?”

He huffed “No, the coffee’s great It’s you I’d like to talk about”

Well da clock on the wall He’d given her a total of seven lad, he could have started in on her before he stepped in the house Or before she got her coffee—even worse

“I’ood, Scott Better every day” The words sounded so rehearsed she wouldn’t even be cast in a Soap Opera She smiled but even that felt contrived Hopefully he’d buy it anyway

Scott burst out laughing “Nice try, Clo, but I’ve known you for twenty-seven years You think I can’t tell when you’re full of shit?”