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“Did the FBI contact you?” Aubrey asked Alex Thomas.
Alex watched with admiration how his table lady ate an oversized steak with ease. His own plate was still half full, but Aubrey was almost ready. He tickled his neck for a moment. Forgot he was still holding his fork and accidentally stabbed himself in the neck with the fork. “Ouch,” he moaned softly.
Aubrey giggled like a schoolgirl. “I thought I was hungry, but apparently you like even more than you have on your plate …”
“I have to tell you that I am quite impressed with what you can enjoy.”
“Impressed? Or afraid that I will take something off your plate?”
Alex laughed. “Maybe both.” He took a sip of the white wine. “Well… It costs something, but then you have something,” he said with a chuckle. He looked her in the eye. Remem
