“You’d be SOL,” Ryan stated flatly. “When it comes to food, men rule.”
“Wrong.” Casey marched over, sliced off half the cake, and transferred it to a serving plate, which she brought over and stored in the mini-fridge. “When it comes to Forensic Instincts, I rule. And that half a cake has FI women written all over it.”
Marc’s brows rose in amusement. “In other words, case closed.”
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