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“Look what the cat dragged in.”
Tristan snorted at Thomas and gave the man a middle finger salute. “I’m here for a visit, and I bring gifts. The chefs at the palace are kind enough to give me all the extra bread and pies. If you’re going to be like this, I’ll just leave now.”
He chuckled when Thomas tugged him into the apartment in a hurry. “I’m just kidding, Tristan, my old friend. Have I told you how handsome you are this morning?”
“Not yet, but that’s nice to know. Where’s Jacob?”
“Still asleep.”
His eyes sparkled in amusement. “Ha! I’m going to surprise him.”
Thomas seemed to be horrified. “Ugh, I think you better not. He had a long day yesterday.”
He narrowed his eyes at Thomas. “What are you hiding? You’re usually the first and the most eager to tease and prank anyone.”
Thomas blushed. “I’m not hiding anything. I simply think it will be better to let—”