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ROMI
Say what you wanted about Blue, but she sure did have an impeccable sense of timing. My phone rang two minutes after Brie had served the main course, just as I was wondering how not to eat the rest of it.
“Excuse me a moment.”
Her face fell, and a touch of guilt niggled at me.
“I’ll put yours back in the oven to keep warm.”
“Might be a little blackened for that, princess,” Colt said.
“You think? I didn’t want to undercook it this time.”
“Ah, the medium-rare chicken,” Aaron murmured beside me. “An interesting concept.”
I conjured up a smile. “I’ll be back in no time.”
Brie’s two bodyguards looked at each other and smirked as I headed for Brooke and Luca’s apartment—the farther I got from Brie’s vegan meatballs, the better, plus I’d nearly chipped a tooth on a Hasselback po
