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"Oy!" Torin suddenly chortled around a mouthful of food. "She's no happy, sure." "What? What happened?" Rowan demanded. He leaned over Torin's shoulder. Peering at the laptop screen, he snagged a handful of chips out of the bag Torin held. Torin retaliated with an elbow to Rowan's gut. "Fucker, get your own." "Knock it off," Declan said absently. "What is it?" He, too, had moved behind Torin's desk chair, along with Liam. Torin gestured at the screen as he popped more corn chips in his mouth. "Dunno what he said, obviously, but it couldn't have been good," he said. "She just yanked her hand away and moved backwards pretty fast." "Told ya to get the camera with the bloody audio," Liam grumbled."Be better to hear what the f**k they're sayin'." "Ah, piss off," Torin retorted, s