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“Spill, girl.”
“Spill what? Cornflakes?” Andi held up the cereal box she’d just found.
“We can do better than that,” Holly grabbed a larger service tray and started throwing random things at it. Crackers, cheese, a couple trays of frozen beef lasagna, a pack of licorice…
Andi snagged the licorice and dug out a couple vines.
“Look,” suddenly Holly was absolutely still.
Even though she was now slouched against the counter, she was so tall it gave Andi a crick in her neck.
“I don’t know what you’re spinning to Mike. That’s not the question I’m asking. This is Spec Ops to Spec Ops.” At the moment she had less trace of an Australian accent than even Nicole Kidman typically mustered.
Not trusting herself, Andi merely crossed her arms over her chest to match Holly and nodded for her to
