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On Friday morning, Danica had two things to be grateful for. First, that she had school to occupy her, so she couldn’t spend too much time brooding about the kiss Jeremiah had bestowed on the back of her hand and what the hell she was supposed to do about it; and second, that Robert would be coming back today. He hadn’t been very specific about when, but she supposed that made sense. It was sort of hard to file a flight plan when you were out riding the range.
Still, there had been the way he’d left her the note in her desk drawer. She wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed that particular feat, except that door locks didn’t generally mean much to witches and warlocks. But maybe he planned to contact her again that way, and so she might as well leave him a note, just in case.
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