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“Breakfast of champions,” Harlan said, passing the baked beans to Adam. They’d found a couple of spoons and a can opener, but no bowls or plates, so they took turns eating from the can while sitting on the front steps.
“How did you do it?” Adam asked, scooping up the last bit of beans and dropping his spoon into the can with a clatter.
Harlan leaned back on his elbows. “And which it would you be referring to? The it where I managed to win your grandmother’s heart, or the it where I stayed so goddamn handsome for so long?”
Adam squinted and wished he had a hat. “Tempting as the answer to the latter one is, I meant how you saved my life back at Teddy’s.”
Harlan shrugged. “I had help.”
Adam waited, but apparently Harlan had said what he had to say on the subject. “Seriously? Now you’
