“Shut up,” Brooks says, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.” With a laugh, we turn the corner to the lobby, and both stop dead in our tracks. Because just ahead, at the coffee shop where there’s a cooler for grab-and-go meals, is a woman bent over that cooler, filling it with to-go boxes. Brooks would recognize that ass anywhere. Juliet straightens to grab more boxes from her cart, and when her eyes shift over to us, she also stops, and tears fill her pretty blue eyes. She clears her throat. “Hi, guys. Um, I’m just about done here. I can go—” “You’re good at that,” Brooks finally says, and
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