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Much to her chagrin, Gio stayed. All the while she was in the kitchen making the coffee, Nya kept one eye on the table ensuring that the men kept their distance from each other and that nobody said anything out of line. She needn’t have worried because nobody said anything at all.
Tag, Archer, and Gio spent so much time glaring at each other like lions ready to defend their territory, that no one had the time to make small or trash talk.
Laying everything on the tray, she carried it to the table and stood near the center to begin pouring their drinks. Tag sat at the head of the table with Archer at the opposite end. There were three place settings at each side and Gio sat at the one on Tag’s left.
Nya didn’t know where to sit because she was sort of trying to be a neutral party,
