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“Just… processing.”
He reached for his tea again, taking a slow sip. “Lucas probably wanted to surprise you,” Jake said casually, waving his fingers like he was brushing the tension away. “He’s got that romantic streak—Mr. Tall, Dark, Fine, and Thoughtful. Maybe he wants to give you a break from all this press madness.”
“Maybe,” she murmured, staring at the floor.
Jake snapped his fingers near her face. “Hey, snap out of that deep thought, Miss Vogue,” he joked, eyes soft with concern. “Look at it this way—sun, sand, serenity, and me. What could go wrong?”
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