“God, Joelle.” Another bitter laugh. “I know they should be put away somewhere safe—I did have them somewhere safe, in a display case. At my bookstore. But I can’t do that anymore because my shop is currently torn to hell with the renovations. So I have to kind of just make do with the shitty space I have now.” I bite my tongue at the tone he employs, like I’m a moron. Yes, this is my fault. I’ve made it clear that I want to fix it and compensate him. He doesn’t have to be so mean, though. “Max, please don’t talk to me like I’m an infant who doesn’t understand the situation we’re in. I’m fully
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Does he like her at all?
