“Not mean, just . . . you know, don’t freak her out?” I was well aware I was pleading with him, and knew that could go either one of two ways. It would stir his amusement or prick his temper. “Like me to pretend to be a plumber or an electrician, would you?” he asked, and I was relieved to see the twinkle in his eye. “Not exactly,” I muttered. “Just don’t mention the time you black-balled Jimmy the Fish, or the time you managed to knee cap two men who were tied together with one bullet.” He snickered. “Gotcha. I’ll be on my best behavior. Go on with you. Get your lass and bring her to meet the
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