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“Beautiful, isn’t she?” he asks, and Sergeant Rhames lets out a short chuckle. “Very,” he agrees, a hint of something odd in his tone as he continues, “I would call you a lucky bastard if you weren’t my boss.”
“Oh, I’ll eat. And so will Leon.” He flicks my ear with his tongue, whispering, “Just not the pasta.”