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I'd watched you earlier, doing your window shopping. You didn't go into any of the stores nearby.
"I wonder if he knows how to play you.
I swallowed and blinked away my unshed tears, smiling at him. "It's okay, Chris.
I kept pacing the length of the kitchen, pausing every few passes to glance at my phone on the counter.
I just sighed, unable to resist the wave of pleasure drifting over me.
Like what?" I shrugged.