Amber’s POV I narrowed my eyes at the wallet half-hidden under the edge of the table. Definitely a man’s, thick leather, worn edges, probably his. Was she actually trying to rob him? This nice guy who had been polite to me? No way… she couldn’t be that bold. I shoved the thought aside, snatched my pen from the floor, and started to stand, only for the woman to lean down right then, her manicured hand sweeping across the tiles as if she was searching for something she had dropped. Without thinking, I grabbed the wallet first. Not just because of the nasty way she had spoken to me earlier, but because the guy seemed genuinely kind. If it was his, he deserved it back. A grin tugged at my lips as I straightened up and held the wallet out to her. "Looking for this?” I asked sweetly. Her eyes went wide, pupils blown, like she had been caught on camera. Instead of taking it, she snatched her purse up to her face like a shield, cheeks flaming red. I swear she was trying t
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