I think she wants to get me in the back kitchen so there are no witnesses. We stare at each other across the counter. Her eyes narrow, her head tips to the side, and…I know she knows. She knows what I’ve been doing with Nova. I have no idea how, but that devious little mind of hers has figured it out. I shake my head. “No, thank you.” “It wasn’t a suggestion. Help me with the coffee machine.” “I have a meeting, actually. That I should get going for.” “You can leave for your meeting after you help me with the coffee machine,” she says between clenched teeth. I think she’s trying to fake a
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