“Georgie!” She glared at him in outrage. “Whose side are you on? You’re not supposed to tell him my fried chicken is good.” Georgie blinked in confusion. “What am I supposed to say?” “You’re supposed to tell him I’m a horrible cook, so he’ll go away and leave us alone.” Declan made an odd noise that sounded somewhat like a strangled cough. Georgie glanced at Declan. “He’ll never believe me. He likes your burgers.” “You have to convince him. Be charming. Use your Edger wiles.” Georgie furrowed his eyebrows in thought and looked at Declan. “Don’t eat her fried chicken. It tastes good, but she
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