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Tanwen glares at both of them. “Oh, shut up. Like you two are fooling anyone.” Araceli turns bright red and ducks her head. Jonah rubs the back of his neck and avoids looking at anyone. Things are getting awkward fast. I grab my little purse and my shoes with a yawn. “I appreciate all of you staying up and waiting for me, but it’s late. Go to bed. Hopefully we’ll have some good news soon.” “I’ll fly back with you,” Marcus says. I’m too tired to argue that I don’t need a chaperone, and besides, I think he just wants to kiss me goodnight. We land on my balcony, and I ask Marcus, “Do you want to come in?” He flashes me a naughty smile. “No, I should really get some sleep, and that won’t happen if I go in there. We both know that.” I yawn again. “True.” “I wanted to invite you to meet
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