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“It’s on the table. Think about it.” “Absolutely not.” He pauses. “Unless I change my mind. Which I won’t.” “Understood. But when you come to your senses, just text me his name and address, and I’ll take care of it.” He seems touched. “Thank you, Declan. That’s the nicest and the most f****d-up thing anyone has ever said to me. It almost makes up for when you threatened to kill me for insulting your new girlfriend a few minutes back.” “Don’t mention it.” I open the door and get out. Walking toward the elevators, I call Kieran. He picks up on the second ring. “Howya, boss.” “Did the delivery come yet?” “Aye.” “You brought it up?” “Aye. She answered the door in one of them skimpy workout thingies. Like a full-body leotard, except with the middle missing. Nearly gave me a bloody hea
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