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Sausage links sizzled in a pan full of bubbling oil, filling the room with a mouth-watering scent. The tip of a spatula nudged one to expose both sides. “Almost ready,” Jack said. “Just a few more minutes.”
“You should have apologized,” Lauren grumbled.
Jack chewed on his lip, his face suddenly burning. He winced and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. “Apologized for what?” he asked. “Doing my job? Putting a criminal in prison?”
He turned.
Dressed in a green skirt and a black sleeveless shirt, Lauren leaned against the wall with her arms folded. Her brown hair was tied back, exposing a thin face with bright blue eyes. “It's not funny, Jack.”
Jack frowned, closing his eyes tight. He let his head hang. “Never said it was,” he muttered. “But I'll be damned if I'm apologizing f
