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Chapter 17.2

She narrowed hers. “I asked first.”

He shook his head. “Mostly I don’t get it.”

“Well, that’s all right. You’re not who they’re aiming for, anyway.”

He gave her a half smile. “The rap music industry isn’t aiming for an audience of old has-beens?”

Shannon tilted her head and studied him. “That’s not really how you see yourself, is it?”

“Is that an interview question?”

She groaned and barely stopped herself from stomping her foot. “There you go again, answering a question with a question.”

“You answer a question with a complaint.” She laughed at him, and he made a face at her. “Carlucci, how’s it going?”

Shannon nearly swallowed her tongue when she recognized the man who came and sat sideways, facing them, on the next bench down.

“Pretty good. How about yourself?” Nick shook the man’s hand.

“No complaints. I’m being nosy. Maybe it’s the newspaperman in me, but I believe I know your friend. It’s Malloy, isn’t it? Shannon Malloy?”

Now she really was speechless. She had met Wade Harrison o
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