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... eezer. It was the walk-in deep freeze at her old restaurant, the one where her sous-chef Dave had accidentally locked her in during the dinner rush back in 2019. The air was bone-chillingly cold, damp, and carried the faint smell of frozen shrimp and stagnant water.
"Dave," Ren mumbled, her teeth chattering. "For the love of God, turn the thermostat up. I’m turning into a popsicle."
"I am not Dave."
The voice was smooth, cool, and vibrated directly against her ear.
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