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“Yes, yes, I can see these things,” he tells us, going back around the counter, “Go take a seat, and I’ll bring you each something special,” he tells us.

I find us a table in the corner.

“He is interesting,” Mya whispers.

“Yes, he is, but he is never wrong,” I whisper back to her.

Mr. Lionel brings out three footlong Philly cheesesteak sandwiches and a bag full of fries, placing them on the table in front of each of us.

“Here you go, eat now, you have a long drive ahead of you,” he says.

Sometimes, I think the man has psychic abilities. “Thank you, Mr. Lionel, this looks wonderful as usual,” I tell him.

He’s watching Mya as she takes a bite of the sandwich and moans. “This is amazing. Thank you so much.”

Mr. Lionel smiles, “I knew you’d like it,” he says as he winks at me.

“This is really good, thank you,” Heath says.

“How you know? You inhaled half the sandwich already. Did you even taste it?” Mr. Lionel asks, and Mya busts out laughing as I chuckle.

Heath looks at Mr. Lionel and says with a straight face, “Mr. Lionel, if it wasn’t good, it wouldn’t go in my mouth. I can be very picky about things like that.”

Mr. Lionel laughs. “Oh, you are going to make a wonderful wife one day, my boy,” he tells him as he pats him on the shoulder and walks away, still chuckling.

We continue eating, with Heath being the first one finished. He’s looking at the other half of Mya’s sandwich with longing, and she passes it over to him.

“Here, you know I can’t eat anything this massive,” she says.

“Do you need me to teach you, or is he just that small?” Heath asks before taking a bite out of the sandwich.

I choke, and Mya says, “That,” pointing at my lower area, “Is not your concern,” she starts to say, but I interrupt.

“She definitely doesn’t need any lessons in that department,” I say and watch as Mya blushes again.

“Oh, you are holding out on the deets,” Heath says, now looking interested and intrigued.

Mya groans before saying, “We are not discussing this. Eat your sandwich.”

Heath chuckles but picks up the sandwich and continues eating.

We finish eating our meal and say good-bye to Mr. Lionel before getting in the car and starting the drive to Maine.

Chapter Seventeen

MYA

It’s been two hours since we left Boston, and I’m driving, while Shane sits up front with me and Heath sleeps in the back. I love my friend, but sometimes he can be so embarrassing, I think to myself as I shake my head, remembering the comment he said about Shane.

I did love that Shane let me and Heath know he had no problems with how I performed on him this morning. Thinking about it, I can’t help the blush that creeps up.

“What is it, love?” Shane asks.

“I’m just remembering what Heath said at the sandwich shop. I’m sorry about that. I love him, but sometimes he has no filter,” I tell Shane, and he laughs.

“I know, and there is no reason to be embarrassed. After two weeks around him, I’ve gotten used to his unfilterness,” Shane responds.

“Don’t you mean my honesty?” Heath says, though his eyes are still closed.

“No,” I say.

He chuckles. “Well at least you love me. I know how hard that is for you to say,” he says.

“Asshole,” I mutter, and Heath laughs out loud.

Two hours later, we finally pull up to the office building, and I park the car. We all grab our bags out of the truck, and I lead Shane to my car to store our stuff before we walk into the building, taking the elevator up to the fourth floor.

I’m a little nervous about how the team will treat Shane, but we walk off the elevator and into our suite. I lay my laptop bag on my desk, and we all walk into the conference room. Eric, Michelle, Frankie, and Declan are all in there, using the whiteboard, but I notice a lot of things have been crossed off.

“Hey,” I say. “Eric, this is Detective Shane Maguire, Shane, this is our boss, Special Agent Eric Chandler,” I say, introducing them.

“Detective, nice to meet you. I have heard good things about your Division,” Eric tells him as they shake hands.

“Thank you, Sir. I’ll pass that down to my Commander,” Shane responds.

“This is Eric’s wife, Michelle, she’s also our State Medical Examiner, and these two are Agent Frankie Mathis and Agent Declan Carr,” I finish with the introductions of the team.

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