“I thought you went away to a hotel with Annika?” “Just because you thought it doesn’t make it true,” I growl. “I did spend the weekend at a hotel. But not with Annika.” There’s another silence, and I wonder if I’m going to have to spell it out for him. “Oh.” I don’t miss the weight of understanding that he puts into the word. “Yeah.” “Oh,” he says again.
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