“Where do you want to do this?” He pulls out a chair and points at the kitchen table. “Get on. You eat your meals on the counter, I eat mine at the table.” Fuck.
Raleigh turns to follow our gaze at the front door where Sully and Conway are shaking hands with the bouncer. When she spins back to face us, her face is pale, and she looks like she’s seen a ghost.
WAAAAAAIT A SECOND
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