“I want to be with a woman who likes puzzles.” “I don’t understand.” “You look so damn happy sitting at the kitchen table, puzzle pieces scattered around.” I closed my eyes. “You should go to bed.” “I know,” he said quietly. I stood. “Are you coming in?” He ignored my question as he stared down at his now-empty glass. “Puzzles make you happy, don’t they?” Sharpshooter by nature, my instincts told me to go in for the kill. “It’s not the puzzles that make me happy, Mallory.” Immediately, his eyes locked with mine. “Don’t do this to me, Archer.” “Okay.” Alone, I left the workshop, while Mallory
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🥲 this is great 'talking about it without talking about it'
