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"So, should we talk about what I said?" Constantine asked once we were far enough inside to be alone. "When?" My stomach knotted. "In the barn." He squeezed my hand. "When I said I love you." "You did." I nodded. "I meant it. And not in the 'we've been through hell and are forever linked' way." "We barely know each other," I protested. "How could you love me?" I looked up at him in wonder. Constantine flashed me his crooked smile that made my heart do crazy things. "How could I not? You're independent, you're successful. You love people more than you should and want to believe the good in
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It was so over the top, trying to fake genuine concern that a serial killer was running around. Oh wait, that was me.
