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She refills her sample glass and nods. “Sure.”

The bar is quiet, and Cindy is working the floor, so she can handle it without Ava. I nod to the kitchen. “In private?”

She arches a brow. “Is everything okay? Is it your mom?”

“Mom’s fine. It’s not that.” I push open the swinging door to the kitchen and follow her through it. “I wanted to talk about this morning . . . what we discussed