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“What did you buy?” I asked.

“I’m making my famous chili. I hope you like chili. You do like chili, right?”

“Yes.” I lightly laughed. “I like chili.”

“Good. It’s my mom’s special recipe, handed down to her by her grandfather, who lived in Texas.”

“Which mom?” I smirked.

“Katherine.” He smiled.

“Go pour yourself a drink and relax while I start it.”

“Let me help.”

“You really want to?” he asked.

“Yes. I can chop the onions.”

“Have at it.” He grinned, handing me a large knife.

CHAPTER 29

Roman

“What did you have to eat from that restaurant in Chinatown?” I asked as she chopped the onions.

“Sweet and sour chicken. I lied to you, Roman.”

“About what?” My brows furrowed.

“I followed Weathers there. He’s the reason for my mood. When the waitress set the bill down, he walked over and immediately grabbed it. God, I can’t even tell you how it felt staring into his eyes.”

“Why did he pick up the check?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I think he was hitting on me.”

“Morgan, I don’t?—”

“I know, Roman, but this is something I have to do. If you want me to keep you in the loop, you have to stop saying shit like that, or I won’t tell you anything anymore. Got it?” She pointed the knife at me.

“Got it.” I sighed.

As the chili simmered, I walked over to the bar and poured myself a drink.

“Do you want a scotch?” I asked her.

“No. I’m good.”

I stared at her as she sat on the couch while I poured my drink. Having her here with me felt right. Everything about her felt right. Picking up the remote, I turned on some music, walked over, and extended my hand to her.

“What?” Her brows furrowed.

“Dance with me.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

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