I pull my hand back and clear my throat, then thrust the bottle of wine in her hands. “Here.” “Oh. Is this for me?” “Also no. But you can carry it into the kitchen.” She laughs and pushes off the door, nudging my shoulder with hers on the way to the kitchen. It does something stupid to the inside of my chest. “That’s very generous of you.” “I’m a generous man.” She turns to glance at me, braid swinging between her shoulder blades. “I know for a fact that you are.” “Nova,” I choke in warning as we both step into the kitchen. I glance around the open space, waiting for Beckett to descend on me
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