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Gwen followed Ian inside the hut to where Jala was preparing a familiar-smelling breakfast. Ian’s mouth widened into a full grin.
“Crepes?” Ian walked over to hug Jala. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Jala tsked and swatted him away.
“Gerard taught her how to make these,” he explained. “She said she would never make them unless it was a special occasion.”
Gwen tried not to feel the tug of jealousy’s hand when he so easily spouted words of love to Jala. Innocent though they were, he had yet to say the words to her. To be fair, Gwen hadn’t said them either. And with their history and added trust issues, he probably wouldn’t say the words for a long time. If at all.
With a soft sigh, she sat at the small table and refused to give in to self-doubt. She had a long, bumpy road ahe
