XANDER
As I watched her walk away, one thing became crystal clear—I knew Amara too well to be fooled. She was deflecting, and that meant she was hiding something.
Amara only ever deflected when she didn’t want me to figure something out. I’d seen it before, like the time she secretly planned a surprise for my birthday. Whenever I asked about her plans for the day, she would change the subject or pretend she had nothing special going on. And right now, she was doing the exact same thing.
I smacked my lips in frustration, my gaze falling on the cup of coffee in front of me. She hadn’t even prepared it herself.
With a sigh, I pushed the cup away, pulled out my wallet, and placed a generous tip on the table before getting up and stepping out of the café.
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The day was alread
