“He asked me about you tonight.” I glanced back up and Henry chuckled. I knew it was bait, but I couldn’t help it. “Why?” I thought he’d forgotten I existed by now. “He asked me if you were here.” I bit my lip, knowing he wanted me to keep pushing. “He’s not coming?” I asked, noticing his satisfied grin as he shook his head. “Workaholic.” He widened his eyes. “Don’t you want to know what else he said?” “It looks like you’re the one dying to tell me, so...” I made a “carry on” gesture. “He said I could give you his number if you asked about him.” He lowered his voice and leaned closer, even
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