Chapter 41: Dangerous Combo

An ordinary night…

Takeout cartons were scattered across Del’s coffee table, the smell of noodles and stir-fry clinging faintly to the air. Liza sat cross-legged on the rug, latte in hand, talking faster than she was eating.

“...I’m thinking penthouse roof deck,” she said, waving her chopsticks fo...

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