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In spite of herself, Elisabeth put her other hand over his. She took a deep breath. She needed to just nip this in the bud. She liked him. She knew he liked her. And God, she was lonely. She didn’t want this—this—whatever it was—to get out of hand.
“Listen. Gunnar.”
“No, you listen,” Gunnar shot back, but she could tell he was teasing. “Is there any food around here?”
Momentarily distracted, Elisabeth paused, looking around the kitchen. “Uh—sure—”
“Shall I make something?”
“Gunnar!” she exclaimed in exasperation. She pulled her hand away but he kept hold of her other hand.
“What?” He pretended to be equally annoyed, but he was grinning.
“You are all over the place! You can't stay on a topic for more than ten seconds.”
“Yeah, all the teachers said that. Screw’em.” He released he
