Chapter 19

GINGER:

"What?" I ask in a low voice, staring into his eyes.

"Show me," he shrugs, his arms still folded and brows furrowed. "We could sit if you want," he adds, and I nod, running a hand down the back of my neck.

I close the space between us, staring into his notebook. "I don't think we need to bec...

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