“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he tells me as he grabs his own donut. “No?” “Nope, and it’s all your fault.” A frown forces its way through. “My fault?” He takes a bite and nods. “Mm-hm. So, I’m going to need you to make arrangements to be here every night for the foreseeable future.” My jaw falls open as I stare at him. “May as well bring all your shit with you, too. Thanks.” I sit here, gaping at him and wondering if I heard him wrong. The words that just came out of his mouth were spoken with such casualness that you would think we were talking about what we have planned today. Not some
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