He shakes his head. “I don’t know, Kenna.” He shifts in his seat so that his attention is more directed at me. “That first night you walked into my bar, I thought you were the most intriguing girl I’d ever met. But then when I saw you the next day in front of Patrick and Grace’s house, I thought you were the most disgusting person I’d ever met.” His honesty fills my chest with embarrassment. “And tonight?” I ask quietly. He looks me in the eye. “Tonight . . . I’m starting to wonder if you’re the saddest girl I’ve ever met.” I smile what is probably the most painful-looking smile, simply
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