Chapter 9 9

“You say you don’t need a woman, yet you treat me like a 1950s housewife.” He slaps on a cloying smile. “Do you want a corned beef or bologna sandwich today, Timofey dear?”

“You’re my chef. I shouldn’t need to remind you that making me a sandwich is your job.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “Whatever you...

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