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“This is so stupid!”
“We’re here now.” Billy sounded so damn calm that Trisha could hit him.
“I don’t want to be here now.”
“But you should be.”
This time she did hit him.
He didn’t even have the decency to blink when her fist bounced off his arm.
“But why?”
“Because I’m smarter than you, at least at the moment.”
She’d give him smart right between the eyes. He’d stopped at the head of the O’Malley estate driveway to give her a moment, though she’d had an hour of rush-hour traffic to b***h about it on the way from the Constitution.
“Maybe they’re not home. You said they have a place in Boston too, right?”
“They’re home. The condo is only for when they’re in the city late for the symphony or something. I used it way more than they did.” This was like a death sentence.
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