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“I thought those pies were reserved for me?” Richard said in a dry voice.
“What?” Lee didn’t get it. He’d just finished off the string of e-mails and other necessary stuff relating to his work when the phone rang.
He looked in exasperation at the single running shoe fitted to his foot and its partner, still in his hand.
“Your tweet, “Richard clarified. The amused tone made Lee frown and hold the phone down so he could scroll...
“Oh. Fuck!” he exclaimed, reading the actual text for the first time.
The sound of teasing baritone laughter accompanied his deleting spree.