The window rolled down and Andrea stuck her blond head out. “I’m free! Free!” Oh boy. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the Keep?” I could’ve sworn Raphael told me during the Conclave that Doolittle had confined her to the medward. “Screw that. We’re going to lunch.” “It’s almost dinnertime.” “Then we’re going to dinch. Or lunner. Or whatever the hell early-dinner-late-lunch stupid combo we can come up with.” “Now isn’t . . .” Andrea’s eyes blazed. “Kate, I’m nine months pregnant and I’m hungry. Get in the damn car.” I got in the Jeep, and Andrea peeled out like a bat out of hell. “We’re going to
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