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AFTER dropping that bombshell, Suro set aside his staff. He then went into her tiny open plan kitchen and dug around her cabinets until he found a large plastic tumbler. Lacey watched in horror as he poured himself a glass of tap water as if he actually lived there.
“You cannot stay here,” she informed him, coming to stand on the other side of the counter. She tried to ignore the sight of how good his upper body looked, roped with sinewy muscle and covered with a light sheen of sweat that showed just how hard he had been working out.
He answered by pulling open drawers until he found her stash of takeout menus. “How do you feel about Indian food?” he asked, holding up one menu.
“You can’t just barge in here and tell me you’re staying,” she said, ignoring the answering rumble of her
