“Hey, Rafe. I heard Penny is working for you, right?” His shoulders form a tight line. After a beat, he slowly turns his head. “Who?” “Penelope Price. You know, around my age, pretty short, red hair—” “I’ve no idea who you’re talking about.” I blink at the sharpness of his tone. “Um, I guess you hire hundreds of girls, so …” I shift my weight from one foot to the other. “Well, anyway. If you happen to see her, please tell her—” My mouth falls slack when he takes the steps two at a time and disappears around a corner, then a door slams shut. “To stop by The Rusty Anchor for our girls night,”
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