"What can I say?" A sly grin spread onto his lips, finally clearing his throat. "I adore the twins. Ask Isla if you don't believe me." At the very least she'd be able to confirm some truth to the story. He tore off another piece of bread, chewing and breaking the silence after a few moments. "I think you're brilliant, Kates, and the Falcons are a good enough team. You're gonna do well."
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