Chapter 118

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Wills forked up a piece of his casserole. “Try this, babe.” He offered it to me. I closed my lips around the fork and drew it off, smiling at him as I chewed.

“This is good.”

“Yeah, which is why I order it when we come here for brunch.”

“Maybe next time I’ll order this. Save a piece of the sausage for Miss Su.” I cut off a piece of mango, picked it up with my fingers, and held it against his lips. “You should—”

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the love birds.”

I jumped, dropped the fruit, and swore. I could have lived without hearing that particular voice.

“Chuckles. How come you’re out in the sunlight?”

“Charles, Theodore.” Charlemagne scowled at me. “I’m on my way home.”

“And you just happened to pass by Charmaine? Lucky us.” A glance at my watch showed it was after eleven a.m. “It’s been a long night for you.”