“See you later, Ms. Iparis,” he says, tipping his hat. I stopped trying to convince him to call me June—he’ll never change. Still, it’s not so bad being called something proper. Maybe when I’m older and Metias doesn’t faint at the idea of me dating . . . “Bye, Thomas. Thanks for the ride.” I smile back at him before stepping out of the jeep.
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