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We spend another twenty minutes or so chatting and getting to know each other before Callum’s patience finally expires and he declares, “That’s enough for tonight.” In the middle of a sentence, Konrad looks at Callum, then back at me. “I’m afraid the clock has struck midnight, my dear. Time for me to turn into a pumpkin. But promise me you’ll convince Callum to come to dinner with us sometime soon. My wife is as eager to meet you as I was, but unfortunately she’s visiting her sister in Martha’s Vineyard this week.” I smile at him. “I can’t promise I’ll get him to go, but I’ll definitely be there.” “You’re not going anywhere without me!” Callum barks. Konrad shakes his head in amusement. “You see? Wild animals.” He rises, as do I. He clasps my hands again, holding them for a moment wh
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