I shoved a handful of smoke trout with creme fraiche into my mouth. “Do you think anyone can tell I haven’t had a shower in a couple of days?” Connor’s mouth was full of deviled eggs, a fine jam of yolk, paprika, and mayonnaise frothing creamily over his lips. “Why didn’t you take one in the dressing room?” “I didn’t want to be late. I thought all the food would be gone.”


Everything is Going to be Great

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