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The next morning Eli stood outside his trailer while watching the ocean, a cup of tea in one hand and his thoughts on Adeline. How she had felt in his arms. How he wanted to do it again. And knowing he couldn’t. He shouldn’t.
He wriggled the fingers of his injured hand. It was feeling better, thanks to Adeline’s intervention. It had been painful when Patty cleaned out the wound and stitched it up, but it was nothing close to how painful it would have been if he’d tried to do it himself.
Eli sipped his tea and grimaced as the bitter taste hit his tongue. He was not a tea drinker and, judging by the taste, he must have made it all wrong. Or he had made it right, and it was just his luck that Benjamin happened to like his tea gross. Eli wondered if it mattered that he didn’t have a teap
