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Mark slammed books into a moving box. “Did Frankie send you?”
“No. I came to check on Gus and you,” I said, watching as more books were treated to the same abuse.
He stopped for a moment to eye me. “Why?”
“Can’t I check on you without an ulterior motive?”
He slammed more books and slammed them again when they didn’t stay upright. “Unlikely,” he growled at the misbehaving books.
“Stop for a second and take a break,” I said, moving toward the kitchen. “I’ll make you coffee.”
He tossed a book and took a breath. “Just grab me water from the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want.”
I grabbed two bottles of water and crossed over to Mark who slumped down on the couch next to Gus. I gave Mark his water and gave Gus a pet before settling into a chair. Gus grunted and cuddled back in
