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Ky watched as Cole walked around the living room, checking it out.
“You’re a reader,” Cole commented, stopping to look at the books on the shelves along one wall.
“I am. Aren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah, although I haven’t had much chance to since I left home.” His expression darkened momentarily, then he said, “Show me the rest of the place?”
Ky did, beginning with the kitchen.
“You like to cook, I take it,” Cole said.
“You deduced that from all my toys?” Ky knew he had more than he probably needed, but that didn’t stop him from impulse shopping when he saw a new gadget.
Next, he showed Cole his office.
“More books. At least it’ll give me something to do during the evenings,” Cole said. He glanced at Ky. “I’ve got the feeling you’re not going to let me go wandering the streets with Bull.”
“Not even,” Ky agreed.