She polished off the apple and tossed it into a pile. “Looking forward to seeing Barrons, though,” she said enthusiastically. “You? Nah, guess you don’t care. You seen him naked for, what, like—months, din’t’cha?” There were times I seriously wished she’d bar some of those holds. I was suddenly in a basement again, watching Barrons walk naked across the room, telling him he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I changed the subject hastily. “What’s going on at the abbey? I know you left, but what were things like before you did?” Her face darkened. “Bad, Mac. Real bad. Why? You thinking
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