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“Get on in here. What took you two so long?” Art asked when she entered the manor kitchen under Brodie’s arm.
The lower part of the kitchen island was laid with four place settings. Art and Tuck were already gobbling down the food in their shallow bowls and a bottle of wine stood between the two vacant place settings. Art got up and went to the stove to pile two pasta plates full of spaghetti and meatballs. Bringing them to the empty spots, Art put them down and returned to his own meal.
“This is the big debrief?” she asked when Brodie sat on a stool and reached for the red wine. “Spaghetti and meatballs?”
“Would you rather have something else?” Art asked her, slurping up a noodle.
The food wasn’t what surprised her. The lackadaisical manner of the men who had just
