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Ashure opened the front door before Tonya had a chance. He grinned when he observed the telltale white splatters of bird droppings on Dan’s hat and jacket as he removed them before getting in his car. It would appear that Dan had encountered a bit of trouble with keeping his hands to himself on his walk.
Sometimes it really helps to have friends in high places, he thought with a chuckle.
“What did you do?” Tonya hissed under her breath when she saw the grin on his face.
“Me? I cleaned the kitchen,” he replied with an innocent smile.
She gave him a suspicious look before she stepped into the house. He closed the door behind her and helped her remove her coat. Hanging it on the hook next to the door, he rubbed his hands together.
“Would you care for some hot tea?” he asked.
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