Teresa's POV."Ah,” she said, as if she’d just solved a great mystery. “So you’re saying he probably owns three espresso machines, a stock portfolio for his cat, and his heartbeat is a steady sixty beats per minute, even when sleeping.”“Exactly,” I said, a real chuckle bubbling up this time. It felt good to laugh. “Look, I’ll be home in the morning, okay? The weather report says the rain should stop by dawn, and the roads should clear up. This will all be a weird story to tell.”“Fine,” she said with a theatrical sigh that was pure Mariana. “But if you disappear again, I’m not messing around. I’m calling the police and telling them you were kidnapped by a hot corporate sociopath with a suspiciously well-stocked kitchen.”“I’ll be sure to tell him you said that,” I said dryly. “I’m sure he’ll be flattered by the description.”There was a brief silence then, softer this time. The teasing energy faded, and her voice, when it came again, was quieter, more serious. “You’re really okay, th
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