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“READY TO GO?” Johnny leaned against the doorjamb and straightened his printed bow-tie. Scents of garlic, oregano, and rosemary swirled in the kitchen.
“Sure, just a minute.” Lance finished his recipe calculations. When he looked up from his desk, he started to laugh. “Is that what I think it is? Come closer.”
Johnny grinned and stepped into Lance’s office.
“Bacon, I love it. I have to have one,” Lance said. “And I don’t even wear bow-ties.”
Johnny’s bow-tie had bacon silk-screened onto it. He’d collected more than a hundred bow-ties, but now he was making his own. “This one took a long time to get just right.” Crisp-looking bacon strips flared from the center, and the knot appeared to be another strip wrapped around the bunch.
Bow-ties were a sort of trademark for Johnny, who star
