Here's the deal. You eat some lunch, at least something light that will help you keep your energy up, then we'll talk."

"About what? We've already conversed today-twice-in the language you're fluent in: Fuckese."

Deke fought a smile. "You probably meant that as a slur, but somehow I'm complemented."

"You would be," she muttered.

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