Nate had a mug of coffee in hand, if anyone checked they would not find liqueur in it, though he had thought about adding a bit of liquid courage. He would just have to be content with the steam.
He made his way into the living room, and sat in one of the high backed chairs, watching Sam, trying to figure out what was going on his his head.
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