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Dominic tugged at the wrists of his sweatshirt. “I take it you and Whit had words.” Mirabel sat down on the edge of a chair. “Why, what did he tell you?” “You want his version straight or the cleaned-up copy?” “What did he say, Dom!” “Verbatim, that you’ve ‘lost your b****y head over this bloke and you’re possibly screwing everything up,’ only he didn’t use the word ‘screwing.’ ” “Is that what you think?” “You went out with him today, right?” “And I’m going to see him tonight too.” “Reg,” he began. She cut him off. “And do you know why?” “Why don’t you enlighten me?” he said sarcastically. “I can see you’ve been hanging out with Whit too long. That tone doesn’t become you, Dom.” “You may not agree with him on everything, but he’s got good instincts in the field.” “No, he has
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