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“How was your day?” she finally asked.

A laugh shot out of me. A couple of people turned to look.

“Did you just seriously ask me about my day?”

“Well—”

“It was fucking terrible, Jess. How about you?”

“Also terrible. I missed you. I spent all night thinking about you and us and everything, but I didn’t have a second to myself to text you except half a message I typed out in the loo before Cass barged in.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? I’m sorry. I mucked the whole thing up.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did.”

“No you?—”

She pinned me with a look.

“Okay, you mucked it up a little. But it’s okay. I trust you, Jess. Whatever else there is, let’s figure it out tomorrow. Okay?”

She opened her mouth to say something, but Cass interrupted, ignoring me.

Jessa sagged a little. I wanted to gather her up in my arms, smooth the lines between her brows, kiss her until she sighed for happy reasons and not...whatever this was.

I noticed Henry was looking around for her, and when he found her standing next to me, he looked furious.

I smirked, resisting the urge to kiss her like a porn star to see if he’d try to hit me again. This time, I’d let him. Otherwise, I couldn’t hit him back.

And God, did I want to fucking hit him.

I raised a hand. “Hey, Hank. I got her—she’s right here.”

Cass glared at me as I took Jessa by the shoulders and turned her in his direction, leaning in close to her ear.

“The second I get you alone, Duchess, I’m gonna fucking wreck you. Get ready.”

Her cheeks flushed, and a little shudder wiggled down her spine before I let her go.

“See ya at dinner!” I shouted at Henry. “I’ll save you a seat.”

He scowled. I laughed.

And then I left, seething.

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abominable hankman

JESSA

Dinner was unbearable.

Henry holding my hand? Insufferable.

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