Before I left, I just wanted to say . . . thank you.” It came out a little strangled.

I thought about it for a moment. “You’re welcome?”

“Do you know what I’m thanking you for?”

Damn. I’d hoped he wouldn’t ask that. It couldn’t be for lunch, since we’d never had any. And I guessed we wouldn’t now, what with a possessed fridge and all.

“No?” I said, figuring I had a fifty-fifty shot.

Autor: Karen Chance

Before I left, I just wanted to say . . . thank you.” It came out a little strangled. <br /><br />I thought about it for a moment. “You’re welcome?” <br /><br />“Do you know what I’m thanking you for?” <br /><br />Damn. I’d hoped he wouldn’t ask that. It couldn’t be for lunch, since we’d never had any. And I guessed we wouldn’t now, what with a possessed fridge and all. <br /><br />“No?” I said, figuring I had a fifty-fifty shot. - Karen Chance




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