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“On mature reflection he decided this was probably not a good idea. One of the few things he reckoned to know about women was that they could read your mind. He made a point of clearing his before rapping on the burgundy door in Shack Lane.
When she'd called, for a minute they couldn't think where to meet. Lunch didn't feel appropriate for two people who'd split up, so that ruled out the French restaurant which was Deacon's preferred venue. His office was too public, her home too personal, a park bench too absurd. There was baggage associated with Brodie's office too, but it was the least worst option. It was private if they ended up arguing, and small enough to facilitate a swift departure. Deacon had slammed that burgundy door behind him a few times in the last six months. Once Brodie had stalked out, and had to come back later to lock up.
She met him at the door. He could read nothing from her expression, but she ushered him in with a kind of careful politeness, as if he were a weal...thy but unpredictable client.MoreLess
When she'd called, for a minute they couldn't think where to meet. Lunch didn't feel appropriate for two people who'd split up, so that ruled out the French restaurant which was Deacon's preferred venue. His office was too public, her home too personal, a park bench too absurd. There was baggage associated with Brodie's office too, but it was the least worst option. It was private if they ended up arguing, and small enough to facilitate a swift departure. Deacon had slammed that burgundy door behind him a few times in the last six months. Once Brodie had stalked out, and had to come back later to lock up.
She met him at the door. He could read nothing from her expression, but she ushered him in with a kind of careful politeness, as if he were a weal...thy but unpredictable client.MoreLess
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