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Caleb watched as Bree slowly turned toward him, her complexion paler than just a moment before. He couldn’t understand it. She had said she’d wanted the job—assured him that she could handle it. And yet she seemed almost afraid of his store.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
Bree started to nod, but then stopped and shifted direction so she was now slowly shaking her head. “I’m afraid there has been a misunderstanding. I won’t be able to take the job after all.” She lowered her gaze as she quickly walked past him. “Sorry for wasting your time.” She murmured the words so he barely heard them.
“Hey, wait.” Caleb reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her to a stop. “Did I do something wrong?”
Bree turned, her gaze on the hand he held, almost like she was in shock that he’d dare
