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he asked carefully.
“No, Zac. Promise me first,” she said, her voice firmer now. Steady and determined.
Zac let out a quiet sigh. “What if it’s something I can’t bring myself to agree to, Tinkerbell?” he asked gently, his gaze softening, almost pleading with her to just tell him without demanding a promise.
“Of course you can do it, baby. Now, promise me,” Ava said with a smile, stretching her hand out toward him.
Zac sighed in resignation before covering her hand with his. “Fine, I promise. Now tell me.”
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