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of my aprons. Marcus leaned against the counter scrolling through his phone.
He looked up and smiled like nothing was wrong.
“Hey,” he said. “I saw your calls. I was in a meeting. Everything okay?”
I placed my phone on the counter, transaction history still open.
“Explain this,” I said.
Tara turned from the stove. Her eyes dropped to the screen.
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