Thermos Cups To Go
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MAX WAS SO STUPID, so...doltish, bovine. He was brain-dead, was what he was. He had two of Bair’s men in the restaurant, and he forgot an order. An order! Apparently, he had a death wish.
Once he’d made it into the kitchen, he ran to the freezer. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Hi.”
Max hoped the sound of the dropped ice cream container covered his yelp. The purring man was in his kitchen. “I said I was sorry. The phone call—I got distracted.”
The purring man narrowed his eyes and Max did the same. He didn’t look angry, but narrowed eyes... “Quam!”
“He knows I’m here. I’m not going to hurt you, not even going to touch you, though I did and you came out fine, remember? Or not fine, but it wasn’t my touch that did the damage.” He narrowed his eyes more, as if he w
