Tuesday afternoon, he’d staggered into her office, half-drunk with exhaustion. He’d left wracked by guilt over what his arrival in Marysburg meant for her and the AP program. Too much guilt. So much guilt that she had to wonder yet again who had hurt that man, and how badly. Whenever she thought about it, those coals in her chest roared to life once more. How could she keep trying to hate a man who worked that hard? Who cared that much? She couldn’t. She’d given up the fight. And at this moment, she had to admit it: She liked him. Which made sense, because he was a very likeable person.
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