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“Here.” She extended his jacket back to him. “Thank you.” He took his jacket back but didn’t put it on. “You didn’t get wet?” She shook her head, her blond hair beautiful as always. “No, thanks to you.” She tilted her head at him. “Are you going to stand there until the rain stops?” Devon frowned. “I don’t know.” She patted the spot on the branch beside her. “It might take a while. You better rest.” Devon hesitated. It was one thing to know he was falling for her, but another not to keep his distance, to respect boundaries. The closer he got to her, the harder it would be to stop himself from touching her. It wasn’t wise. Yet, when she patted the branch again, he didn’t resist. Devon sat down but kept a good foot away from her. “It would have been a nice day, if it weren't for the
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