Her focus falls to the tabletop and she chews on that bottom lip of hers. She does that when she’s thinking real hard. It’s distracting as fuck. “Spill it.” Her eyes jolt to mine and she stares at me for a moment before slowly standing from her chair. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I jump from my seat, irritated. “We’re not done. In fact, we just started. I—” “Relax.” I’m pretty sure I hear a smile in her tone, but she never lets it touch her lips. “I have an idea. Let’s go.” “Go?” I gauge her. “Yeah.” Her dark brows lift slightly, almost persuading me she’s capable of humor. “Go. Grab your stuff, this
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