Hawkeye managed, at some point during the week, to procure a putter, several golf balls and one of those machines that returns the ball if you putt it at the right place
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Hawkeye looked up from his next putt, straightened and leaned against the putter. "I did, and you listened," he sounded pleasantly surprised. "Maybe I should hold office hours more often, or at least on days after my radio show if it's going to lead this."
"Or it means that this is an oddity and not a pattern," Alysha pointed out with a quick smile. "Guess you'd find out next week if you held office hours again."
"For a chance at pie, I'd be here every day of the week." He threw out an arm to welcome her. "Come on in, make yourself at home." There was a desk, a chair, an empty bookcase and a plant that still had the price tag on it. "Are you the Alysha of Baking class fame or merely a humble listener?"
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"You said something about wanting pie?" she asked, looking a little bit pleased with herself.
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