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Whether or not Jem tries again will be up to her.
Since I’d left the kitchen to give Jess space to prepare, her words had bugged me—along with the fact I’d yet to see her smile.
I rolled onto my side, white ceiling switching to lilac walls, before the object of my upcoming search and rescue filled my vision. I needed the reminder of the purpose, I guessed, the importance of it, because something niggled the hell out of me about it all.
It had since Jess had explained her enlightenment.
Why, though?
What, even?
Did I think she’d been dishonest in what she said?
She’d have had no reason to.
“You’re fretting,” Sean said from his regular perch in the corner.
My gaze flitted across to him. “What makes you say that?”
“Because you get this cute little groove”—he pressed a finger bet
