“Thank you for being there for me,” I said. “I’m happy you were at the bar—that you got me out of there.” Dusty tilted his head, waiting for me to keep going. “I just, um—” I stumbled over my words when I met his gaze, so I looked away. “—I think today should just be…today. And after tonight we should…just go back to how it had been before…with us.” Dusty was quiet for a second. I kept my eyes focused on the dashboard. I didn’t want to know what his expression was—didn’t want it to threaten the resolve I’d spent the entire drive back to Meadowlark building. “If that’s what you want,” he
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