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"You were cut?"
"Yeah, but I'm okay. Just a little sore."
Devilishness shined in Malik's eyes. "What was the weapon again? Paring knife? Melon baller?" He squeezed his thumb and forefinger together. "One of those cinnamon-flavored toothpicks?"
I gave Luc, the only one who'd have had time to tell Malik about the weapon of choice, a very flat look. "Really?"
He winked. "I told him the rioter used a spatula. He got the rest on his own."
"It was a chef's knife," I said, holding my hands about a foot apart. "And a very large one."
"That's what she said," Ethan murmured.
Maybe my sarcasm was catching.
"Yeah, but I'm okay. Just a little sore."
Devilishness shined in Malik's eyes. "What was the weapon again? Paring knife? Melon baller?" He squeezed his thumb and forefinger together. "One of those cinnamon-flavored toothpicks?"
I gave Luc, the only one who'd have had time to tell Malik about the weapon of choice, a very flat look. "Really?"
He winked. "I told him the rioter used a spatula. He got the rest on his own."
"It was a chef's knife," I said, holding my hands about a foot apart. "And a very large one."
"That's what she said," Ethan murmured.
Maybe my sarcasm was catching.
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