“It was clearly either the guy who attacked me in the parking lot or the one who gave the orders to have Mary Louise roughed up,” she said, dumping the better part of a bottle of syrup on her stack of pancakes. My knife and fork clattered onto the plate, startling the cat, who hit the floor like a bowling ball before stampeding out of the room. “What did you say?” “Uh-oh. He’s using his scary voice,” Lina noted. “It’s none of your business,” Sloane said crisply. “I’d like to speak with you outside, Morgan,” I said to Nash, ignoring her. My friend shook his head. “Uh-uh. You don’t get to punch
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