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Tim couldn't agree more. He glanced behind Caesor. "Where's your better half?"

Caesor's voice was flat. "Refused to come."

Tim clinked glasses with him. "I feel for you."

He'd just taken a sip when he spotted Gwen Grayson walking past with a clean-cut pretty boy. They seemed to be heading toward the grove out back.

Tim set his glass down immediately. "Excuse me, you two. Talk among yourselves