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“So you’re staying?”
“I am.”
“For how long?”
“Indefinitely.”
I swallow. “That’s vague.”
“I can be more specific.”
“Please do.”
Instead, he looks at the books between us. “Interesting.”
“What?”
“We started with an auction.”
“This isn’t an auction.”
“There’s a silent auction twenty feet away.”
“Not the same thing.”
“Close enough.” He reaches into his jacket.
“Ryder.”
He pulls out an envelope and I stare at it.
“What’s that?”
“Something for you.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“Liar.”
“Rule five.”
His grin gets wider.
God, I missed that grin.
He slides the envelope across the table.
I don’t touch it. “What?”
“Open it.”
“No.”
“Clara.”
“You don’t get to disappear for four days and show up with an envelope like you’re in some terrible romantic comedy.”
“You think I’m romantic?”
