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Chapter 7
“Me neither. Want me to come over and cook us something?” I nodded eagerly, then, remembering again he couldn’t see me, said, “If it isn’t too much trouble.” I was trying for humility but feared it was coming across as indifference. “Thought you and me were going to the pub to watch the rugby?” Phil asked. “There’ll be plenty of other opportunities to see the Reds lose.” Jamie’s words made me feel happy. He’d rather spend time with me than with his brother. “They aren’t that bad,” Phil complained. “I could be over in an hour, if that works for you?” Jamie asked me. “Definitely.” I’m sure my smile came through in my voice. f**k trying to play it cool. I wanted Jamie here. Sooner than an hour if possible. Then I looked down at the mess on the bed and recalled how much worse the kitchen
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