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Stacey stared at him for a long moment. He waited, wondering if she was going to have the conversation or not. If she took off, he would follow her, but he didn’t want to have to do that.
She sighed, then turned from the stairs and walked toward him. She moved around the end of the couch and sat in the chair on the opposite side of the room. She folded her hands in her lap and stared at them.
Wray sat down on the couch. A part of him expected her to just spill everything, but if she was going to do that, they wouldn’t be sitting across the room from each other in silence.
“Where were you tonight?”
“I was checking on a client. She moved in with a friend and I went to see how she was doing. Jessica showed up, and they invited me to stay and have dinner with them.”
“Is that really wh
