“Thought money was tight,” I said when she tilted her head to look up at me. “Oh, bite me, Viking.” “Just sayin’, Daisy, your first night on the job, you gave me a sob story of losing your savings and supporting your niece. Now it looks like you’re feeding half the county.” “It’s a potluck, Knox. By the way, you’re the only one who didn’t bring anything to share. Besides, I wasn’t doing it to socialize.” I liked the way she said my name when she was exasperated. Hell, I just liked my name on those lips. “All right then. Why are you hosting half of Knockemout for a potluck?” “If I tell you do
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