“Absolutely.” I accepted a tart and took a bite. I didn’t recognize the texture of the filling. “These look great,” Avery told her. Perfect, Avery. Exactly like that. “What are they?” “These are the turtles that didn’t make it,” Miri replied, and I choked and spat half the tart out into my napkin. Avery put her hand over her mouth, either in shock or laughter or both. “I’m kidding!” Miri trilled, laughing. “They’re mincemeat.” Avery and Don began laughing at me and my face went red. “You got me,” I told Miri, grinning at her. It felt more like baring my teeth at her, and her eyes widened. “Shall we begin the tour?”
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Stephanie Archer,
That Kind of Guy