Chapter Forty-Seven
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Leaning back, I stretched my arms over my head, the muscles along my spine popping in protest from having been in the same position for so long.
I blinked rapidly to refocus my eyes, then checked my watch.
"Christ, Peter, it's nine o'clock!" I exclaimed, shocked at how much time had passed since we'd returned.
He hummed under his breath, holding up a finger while he recomputed the expenditures.
"Okay, sorry. What?" he asked, looking up from his spreadsheet.
"It's nine," I repeated
He looked at his watch, shaking his head. "That explains why I'm hungry."
"Yeah, me too."
"Dinner?"
Wait, what?
