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“I have been worried sick about the two of you, all damn morning. Jolly has been beside himself, too, pacing up and down the living room and I—” “We brought you pie,” Frost cut him off. Nick stopped in his tracks,
“What kind of pie?” he growled. I could fucking hear the grin in Frost’s voice as he replied. “Apple and cherry.”
“I cannot be bribed,” he informed us both with narrowed eyes. “But I will allow you the opportunity to mount your defense while I sample this pie you speak of.”
He plucked a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped something wet from my cheek. Was I crying? Nope. That was blood. Ew.
