Noah BlakeMy head was still racing from the conversation with Lawson, from the photos, and from the audacity of that damn George. But even so, I tried to push all that aside and enjoy a “family” moment the way my woman wanted.I’d never had this—conversations and laughter at the table, things like “Don’t eat everything and leave nothing for the others” or “Pass the steak, please.” In my childhood, meals were executed like meetings: Sit, eat, don’t spill, posture, no mess, don’t speak unless spoken to—and if not… stay silent.As I grew older, there were different moments at the Reeds’ or the Wilsons’, but nothing compared to this.I felt Juliet’s hand on mine, pulling my attention.“Everything okay?” I forced a smile.“Yes, I’m just used to silence at the table.”“Oh, we’re sorry, Mr. Blake—we forgot we’re not at home,” Celeste quickly apologized.“It’s fine, Celeste. I said I’m not used to it. But you’re not bothering me,” I tried to sound as natural as possible.“His life was pretty
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