"What was all that yelling about this morning?" I ask, keeping my tone light. His gaze flicks to me, then to the window. "Just business." "Business sounds. . .intense." "It is." His tone is clipped, a clear warning to drop it, but I press on. "Someone is stealing from you?" The air between us tightens as his head snaps toward me, suspicion flashing across his face. "How do you know about that?" "We live in the same house. I overhear things." "Well, stop it." "You want me to stick my fingers in my ears whenever I think I might potentially hear something I shouldn’t?" "Yes," he huffs.
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