“No need to thank me for the truth,” he said and winked. I stumbled and pitched forward. With an unladylike “Oomph,” I fell against the doorframe. Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I righted myself and prayed Nate had not witnessed that. But when I peeked around the door and down the hallway, there he was, looking cool and calm and so dang untouchable, a knowing little hitch at the corner of his mouth. Plastering on a smile, I waved. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. I’m good.” “See you later, Perci,” he said. “You too, neighbor. Good seeing ya. We should do this more often. You know, talking in
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