She cupped his face in her hands. They smelled vaguely of chocolate. “I’m asking you to be brave and do this one nice thing for yourself.” “I’m brave. I’m fucking heroic. I got shot at and thwarted a robbery. I carry on conversations with your grandmother,” he reminded her. “Then you must try,” Hector said, patting the massage bed. “Fine. But I’m going to hate every second of it,” Nick promised. “I’m going to go get some tea,” Riley said dreamily as she floated out of the room. “Get the hot cocoa,” Nick said, reluctantly putting his face in the squishy round cradle at the top of the bed. Every
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