The girls’ faces fall in disappointment. “No, that’s fine, Tristan,” I interrupt. “I finished the job myself after you left.” He blinks in disbelief and then narrows his eyes. “Is that so?” “Uh-huh.” I sip my coffee, acting innocent. He glares at me. “Yeah, that’s probably why I slept so well. Felt so good to finally get the project done, you know?”
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