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He crossed his arms, leaning against the car, attempting to uphold his barriers.
Lena laughed again, sharp and clear, her eyes sparkling. “Hate you less, maybe,” she replied, stepping close enough for him to catch a hint of tea on her breath from breakfast. “I must say, this side of you letting Vincent have some freedom makes me dislike you a tiny bit less.” She reached out quickly, patting his chest, her hand both firm and light.
Asher froze, her touch sending an unexpected jolt through him.
He brushed the spot away hastily as if it burned, tightening his face. He recalled the last time she had stood him up, ditching dinner to take off with Raymond on that infernal bike, and it stung more t
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