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“Hey there,” he says, eyes barely flicking up from the tray I don’t sense any disrespect in his manner, just a man whose priority is food And yes, the h the medium of my TV screen

Kennedy is going to be so bummed when I tell her I met Dylan Duffy And that he’s hot with a capital H

“What are these ones?” he asks, his finger hovering over the balls on the other side of the tray His accent, I note, is A distinctly Scottish

“Those are Scotch quail eggs, I think” My attention flicks to the stunning brunette standing next to hiazines “Honestly?” I lower“I can’t rele, covering her mouth with her hand Wow I think they’d be able to see the dia from space

“Well, I’ll give these a try,” he says, grabbing two skewered spheres and offering one to the woman who is surely his wife Ivy, I think Chrissy said “Babe?”

“No, you go on with your bad self” She holds up a forestalling hand, her Scottish accent al of a bell “Fill your boots!”

“I think Ianother half dozen “I’ry You don’t mind, do you?”

“Less work for me,” I answer happily “But leave space for your dinner There are six courses, so I’m told”

“He’s got hollow legs,” his wife says with a laugh I’ll take her word for it, nobly resisting the telance down

“Want one?” he asks, see to remember the third of their party “It was Portia, wasn’t it?”

The wolance, her mouth pursed like a cat’s ass “No But thank you” Then she does this weird thing with her head, which seeit!”

So git I do At least for another couple of faltering steps until I findstock-still in the middle of the roo across my face Maybe this is the reason I’ve felt soThe universe had other plans for —the universe sent mekilts!