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“So, it’s a surprise,” I guess. “Why else would I blindfold you, Michelle?” I can think of a few reasons echoes in my head, and my cheeks instantly heat. His low, husky laugh acknowledges my silence. “Naughty. But we’re not those types of friends.”
And it hits me. I love this woman. I don’t know when it happened. It slipped over me so softly, like the changing of seasons. The seeping scent of baked bread first thing in the morning. A wistful sigh on a perfect fall day.