“Morning, Hannah.” “Good morning, Cameron.” “Did you sleep well?” he asks, a broad, knowing grin stretched across his face. “Yes, thank you.” I hope he barely slept a wink, the cheeky fucker. “I listened to some music, woke up super relaxed.” “Oh, that’s nice,” he cocks his head to one side, eyes on me. “What did you listen to?” “I don’t think you’d have heard of it.” I take a slow sip of my coffee and refuse to look away. “I have pretty varied tastes.” “It’s kind of niche.” “Try me.” “Why are you being weird?” Ryan interrupts our stand-off, tearing off a hunk of baguette and smothering it
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