He poured her wine, poured a second glass for himself. Spoke very pleasantly. “Are you trying to annoy me so I’ll say bugger it and leave you alone?” She stuck her hands in her pockets, stepped back to evaluate a section of her board. “Maybe.” “Do you think it’ll work?” “I could make it work.” But she turned around, walked to the table. “But then I’d spend time pissing you off instead of just eating the damn pork chops, then getting back to work.” “Aren’t you the clever one?” She sat, giving him the steely eye as she picked up her wine. Because, damn it, she wanted some wine, and maybe a
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