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“Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to go back inside and drink your face off, pretending to listen to your client blab when you’re really not hearing a word they say?” He chuckled. It was short, but that noise was better than any he’d made so far tonight. “I want to hear about your day.” “My day?” I smiled. My God, he was beautiful. “Let’s see …” I moved several paces away from the door, making sure my voice wouldn’t carry. “We made muffins with fresh blueberries that we’d picked up from the store today—where she loves going, by the way.” I paused, looking to see if there was a change in his eyes but there wasn’t. “We made three dozen, so we brought some over to your next-door neighbor, who’s really lovely. She was planting flowers outside her gate when we went on our walk,
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