![]() ![]() Cancel it,” he repeated as if I’d gone deaf the first time he’d said it. The man in question, who was on the verge of either a bloody, imaginary death or a carefully crafted one that involved dish soap, his food, and a long period of time, made a noise from behind the bowl of quinoa salad in front of him, which was big enough to feed a family of four. It’s what my mom used to do to us when we were little and would pout. When the edges of his mouth turned down, got tight, and his brown eyes went heavy lidded, all it made me want to do was stick my finger up his nose. ![]() Grumbling only got me the look-that infamous, condescending expression that had gotten Aiden into more than one fight in the past. “Aiden,” I grumbled, even though I knew better. One day long after I quit, so no one would suspect me. ![]()
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