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When
I
turn
back
around
,
there
is
orange
juice
on
the
table
,
and
he
’
s
making
coffee
.
“
Would
you
like
some
tea
?
”
“
Yes
,
please
.
If
you
have
some
.
”
I
find
a
couple
of
plates
and
place
them
in
the
warming
tray
of
the
range
.
Christian
reaches
into
a
cupboard
and
pulls
out
some
Twinings
English
Breakfast
tea
.
I
purse
my
lips
.
“
Bit
of
a
foregone
conclusion
,
wasn
’
t
I
?
”
“
Are
you
?
I
’
m
not
sure
we
’
ve
concluded
anything
yet
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
murmurs
.
What
does
he
mean
by
that
?
Our
negotiations
?
Our
,
er
…
relationship
…
whatever
that
is
?
He
’
s
still
so
cryptic
.
I
serve
up
the
breakfast
onto
the
heated
plates
and
lay
them
on
the
placemats
.
I
hunt
in
the
refrigerator
and
find
some
maple
syrup
.
I
glance
up
at
Christian
,
and
he
’
s
waiting
for
me
to
sit
down
.
“
Miss
Steele
.
”
He
motions
to
one
of
the
barstools
.
