“Oh, she has tons of secrets,” Mallory confided, with a grin to me. “And I know all of them.” Morgan, one arm slung on the back of his chair, made a beckoning movement with his free hand. “Let’s go. Keep ’em coming.” “Mallory,” I warned, but she only laughed. “Well, let’s see. I bet you didn’t tell him about the secret kitchen drawer. You should clean that out while you’re over here.” Morgan sat up straight and slid a glance behind him at the kitchen door. “Secret kitchen drawer?” Then he looked back at me, winged up eyebrows. My answer was quick and vehement. “No.” He slid back his chair.
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