CHAPTER 32: Harker
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The next day when Harker stepped into Alison’s office it was like a punch in the stomach. She and Mac sat next to each other, heads close and talking in what may as well be robot-speak as far as he understood.
She glanced up at him, the happiness on her face turning quickly to irritation. She grabbed her phone from her pocket.
“Alison...”
His phone beeped. She stared at him expectantly.
“I’m not looking at my ph...”
Her eyes widened. It’d be just like her to use this ruse to win the damn bet.
“Dinner?” he asked.
She shook her head and typed something into the phone.
When the next message beeped, he did look at it.
ALISON: I’m not hungry. Busy working.
He started to text and then stopped. “Damn it. Have dinner with me.”
Mac stood and walked toward t
