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Not at all. Ronan waggles his eyebrows. “She’s the one that got King all worked up.” I elbow him again and this time, he lets me go. “And will break my ribs. Damn, Ellie. I didn’t know you were so strong. Are you open for threesomes?” Margot is the one who hits him this time. “On second thought, don’t tell King I mentioned that.” He looks around before whispering to Margot. “Are there listening devices here?” “I wish there were.” Margot has a bit of an Irish accent. When she faces me, it’s with a renewed type of interest. “I’m glad to finally meet you, Elsa. Do you want anything to drink or eat?” “I’m fine, thanks.” “I do!” Ronan’s eyes glint like a kid waiting for his Christmas present. “Have you prepared the chips?” She motions at the counter behind her where there are a few bowls of homemade chips. “They’re cooling.” “You’re the best, Margo!” Ronan slaps a noisy kiss on her cheek. “Don’t you have your own cook?” She sounds resigned as if she asked this a thousand times. “They’re not