He frowns at the cupcake. “I don’t eat sweets before dinner. No judgment, facts. You shouldn’t, either—it’s hard on the endocrine system.” “I make my endocrine system earn its keep.” Smiling around my bite, I lick icing caught at the corner of my mouth. “They’re pretty delicious if you want to keep your pancreas on its toes. No pressure to bend the rules a little, but if you do, I won’t tell a soul.” Jamie stares at my mouth before his gaze dances up and meets mine. I watch hesitation play out before he makes his decision. “Well,” he finally says, carefully peeling back the paper, “I suppose
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