CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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“FROM WHAT YOU’RE TELLING me, I understand that you also had quite a busy day at the bookshop today,” Artair remarked, and one of his eyebrows climbed up his forehead.
The man forked some more of the savoury Irish stew, she had cooked for him. McNamara wondered how Bryony had found time and energy to cook. Her workday seemed to have been as chaotic and exhausting as his day was.
Bryony merely shrugged. She stood up with the intention to make some tea for when they finished with their dinner. She sauntered towards the sink and filled the teapot with water to put it on the stove.
“It wasn’t that bad,” Bryony replied. She had finished with the teapot and turned back to him.
Bryony noticed that her hands got wet in the process and she reached for the kitchen tow
