He shifts in place on the other side of the kitchen island, casting a shadow over the marble countertop. “What’s wrong?” I jerk back. “Why are you asking?” He scratches at the thick, short beard that covers half his face and neck. “Does it matter?” Kind of, seeing as he has never bothered asking me before. So rather than open myself up to being vulnerable, I stick to the status quo. “I’m fine.” I shut my laptop with a surprising amount of self-control. “If you’re going to lie to my face, then at least look me in the eyes while doing so.” “I am not lying.” I drag my gaze away from his. “Good
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