Nothing is going onto that hair that I don’t personally approve of.” “Oh.” I glance down at the card, biting my lip. Taking the other girls out of the equation, it really had been a lush experience. “Okay,” I decide, slipping the card back into the envelope. “But only if you’ll come with me.” Pace blinks, his eyes locking with mine. There’s a long pause, and then, “Yeah?” He sounds as skeptical as I was about the coffee. “You’re going to be watching anyway,” I muse, tucking the envelope away. “I’d rather feel ‘watched over’ than ‘spied on.’” His head jerks back, more of those rapid blinks
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