Miranda poked at the remains of her baked potato, scooping out one last buttery morsel. She popped it in her mouth. “Well, you wouldn’t, would you? The whole idea of extortion is to pay for the blackmailer’s silence. You done?” John reached across the kitchen table for her plate. She pushed it toward him and sat back, feeling comfortably full. “You’re not a bad cook, John Blake.” “A man’s gotta know how to grill.” He flashed her a smile that made her heart give a little flip. She was beginning to wonder how she’d ever thought of him as average or ordinary. “The only wine I had in the house went down the drain,” she said as she pushed to her feet and joined him at the dishwasher. “But I saw you picked up a bag of coffee. I could brew a pot if you like.” He shook his head. “I’m fine. Why don’t I go start another fire while you get the dishes going, and we can just try to relax for a while?
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