Gideon held Phoebe's gaze, his careful question hanging in the air. Her silence hit him like a soft rebound.After several seconds, he pulled back, playing it safe again. "As a friend. That's all I meant."Phoebe's answer came quickly. "Not yet, Mr. Blackwood."He looked genuinely disappointed, but his competitive edge flickered through. He sounded almost stubborn and determined as he said, "I'll just have to work harder, then."She raised a brow, smiling.He picked up his phone. "I've still got some work to wrap up. If you're tired, go ahead and take the bed."She nodded. At the same time, she quietly let out a breath of relief.This was Leona's house; she would probably ask questions if Gideon stepped out. So, he stayed in the room, heading to the small couch in the bedroom instead. He and Phoebe were essentially in separate spaces now and out of sight.The charged tension dissolved with that simple exchange. They each did their own thing, and Phoebe's eyes slid shut soon aft
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