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“I get the feeling you’re not selling cookies."
Tony’s eyes widened, quickly taking his wine glass away from his mouth and coughing. “Wait. Hang on. Your pimp? Jesus, Sam.”
She nodded. “I was a teen prostitute till my daddy died and I ran away to become military.”
“God.” Tony laughed and ran a hand over his face, thrown by the information. Sighing, he nodded at his phone, “Well, we’ll figure out who tanked your house, anyway."
She poked his stomach. "But not tonight.” She sat up, careful not to hit him and padded over to pour herself a glass of wine.
