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For now, Brook Lynn wasn’t going to worry about what Harlow had said, soe man who ? Nothing? And how did Harlow even know that?

"No one’s gotten the e yet," Jase said "The way to a h his ribs"

"Funny" He pointed to the platters "There’s a bite ence and test everything for poison" Nothing co; that was pure fact

"If there was poison, ould you do? Feed it to me anyway?"

"There’s only one way to find out" With her sweetest s, "If I die today, you’ll be the first one the cops question"

"I’ to risk it"

The corners of his mouth twitched as he motioned to the stove, his first undeniable display of as to her insides "That casserole is still intact Why?"

"I made it, and it’s fresh fro the air This one contained chicken and waffles, even maple syrup, and it was one of her favorites "But it’s for Beck, not you," she said "I’m sure you already have dinner plans" Oops My bitterness is showing

His gaze landed on her and narrowed "Tell me, honey Between the two of us, who do you consider the boss, and who do you consider the employee?"

The starch in her spine dissolved How could she expect him to respect her if she wouldn’t respect him? "You are the boss," she said without any heat "Would you like rumbled, and after the fuss he’d kicked up, she kind of wanted to slap him Then he added, "I’ll do it," and totally redeemed hiathered a plate and ladle The itch intensified in her ears, and she scratched gently, always , bulky implants Everyone who’d ever seen them had either flinched or stared in morbid fascination A few kids had even called her Frankenlynn

Jase filled his plate with the casserole she had prepared and faced her with a frown "Are those waffles I’? Mixed with chicken?"

"Does itthere, he scooped up a forkfuland then simply peered at the sample with distaste She rolled her eyes and approached, clai the food into his mouth

His eyes widened as he chewed "What else did you put in it? Crack?"