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him was still obvious, but so was the panic beneath it.
He did not waste time.
“Was it you who brought the lunchbox?”
“Yes.”
“How did you do it?”
Brooke blinked. “By cooking.”
He stared at her.
Maybe anyone else would have laughed nervously or softened the answer. Brooke did neither.
“I made rice,” she said. “Beans. Chicken. Garlic. Onion. Salt. Bay leaf. continue reading …
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