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Nathan was relieved to be able to put down the drinks when he reached the table, the disposable cups were poorly insulated, and he was sure if he had had to carry them much further he would have dropped them, simply to avoid doing permanent damage to his fingers.
“Here you go.” He gave Paulina Fielding the white coffee she had requested, took the black coffee with three sugars for himself, and handed the hot chocolate to Burke - his partner was a coffee snob who had refused to put up with a distasteful and inferior coffee from a hospital vending machine, a description that Nathan found surprisingly restrained.
“Do you feel up to talking now?” Nathan asked of Paulina Fielding once he had taken a couple of sips of coffee and felt the caffeine and sugar begin to take effect.
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