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I waved my hand. “I told you not to worry about it. It’s one I bought and didn’t use. I’m glad it was something that helps you.”

She regarded me suspiciously. She still wasn’t convinced by my explanation.

“I hear you met Greg.”

She smirked. “He introduced himself as Mr. Tomlin. He wasn’t exactly Mr. Warmth.”

“No, he isn’t, but he’s good at what he does.”

“You trust him?”

It seemed an odd question, and I shrugged. “He’s never given me any reason not to. He does a good job on my behalf.”

Her eyes dropped back to the laptop. “Good.”

“Did he upset you?”

She glanced up. “No. He was cool, and didn’t seem overly interested. Dismissive, I suppose.” She shivered. “He laughed when I said I was making you dinner. It seemed to amuse him. It was a peculiar sound.”

I nodded in agreement. His laugh was a little strange, as if it were forced and not real.

“He’s different. Don’t worry about him, though. You won’t see him very often. We don’t do the social thing.”

“Okay.”

I sighed. “Are you still angry