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She had nice eyes, Mateo thought as he watched the woman Melissa Lee escorted into the house. The last one had been scary with eyes so lined with mascara he wasn’t sure if it was a style or if she’d been punched. This one seemed pleasant enough and he was genuinely warm when he welcomed her in.
“I’m Moira,” she said, with a bright smile, extending her hand to him.
“I’m Mateo, but I’m sure this troublemaker already told you that.” Mateo grasped Moira’s palm with one hand and pointed a finger at
Melissa with the other.
“Yes, I have, along with everything she needs to know,” Melissa said.
“Everything?” Mateo raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, everything. Including the fact that you say crazy things sometimes and she’s just to ignore it.”
Mateo laughed. “It’s not crazy to say that you rejected
