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Josh stepped carefully over the threshold, following in Suzanne’s wake. He took off the messenger bag Evie had given him at the gallery and set it on the coffee table. This wasn’t the right time to give Suzanne the gift he’d gotten her. She could have been a walking storm front. Emotions poured off of her.
He settled on something neutral.
“Want a beer?”
Then he winced at how cavalier that sounded. Hey, you just lost your dream house to your weasel fiancé—want a beer?
But luckily, Suzanne wasn’t the kind of girl to take offense at something like that. “Yeah, I could probably use a beer right about now. But I’ll get it. You’re on cru—”
He threw up a hand. “I got it. The day a guy can’t walk on crutches and get a beer out of the fridge is the day he turns in his man card.”
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