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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Jonathan called a little while later. I took it on the kitchen phone and Remo made himself scarce.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey. I…” He cleared his throat. “I wanted to check in.”

I kept it light. “Like to a hotel?”

He let out a little huff of breath and I knew he was smiling, though he hadn’t gotten all the way to a laugh. “You want to come get some lunch down here? I’m at the place down the hill.”

“Why, so I won’t yell at you like I did last night?” Well, so much for light.