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“Well, I assigned her assassination to Jared after you failed, but he was having a little difficulty tracking her last time I checked.”
“I’ll eat it in the shower.”
“I thought that might work.”
“A true loss.”
Poppy was in the kids room, holding James to her chest and curled up around Diana in her bed.
He sat at his desk and turned to him. “What have you learned about the defenses of Petra Apte?”
“My toast,” he agreed.
“Yuh Huh.”
“I’ll have to deal, I suppose.”
(Yoop!)
He gestured to him before heading for his office.
He grinned before sitting up. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“I did not.”
“I can’t convince her.”
Poppy stood up slowly, climbing the stairs.
As Gabe entered the house, Leifson looked up from his work. "Gabe! Can I talk to you?"
His gaze met hers and he kissed the tip of her nose. "Don't worry."
"Yuh huh."
"She'll never change her mind."
She nodded, not meeting his gaze.
