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I jumped a bit at the sound of Shaw’s voice—I hadn’t realized I was zoned out, deep in thought long enough for him to be done cooking.

“Thank you,” I said, getting up from where I’d made myself comfortable again on his couch. “It smells great.”

“I’m glad. Hey—” He grabbed my hand as I was passing to get to the kitchen, pulling me closer.

Not…intimately.

But still.

“Yeah?”

“How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep okay? Do you need anything?” he asked, giving me a sheepish grin. “And all the other stuff I should’ve been asking instead of getting in my feelings about old shit.”

I laughed. “Uh…tired. Yes. And…a time machine, if you’ve got one.”

He blew out a sigh, shaking his head. “You know I would if I could, but…you gone have to settle for a fried egg and toast this morning. I’ll work on the time machine though, and get back to you,” he said, squeezing my hand.

Don’t read into it.

Don’t read into it.

I grinned back at him and shrugged. “Fine. If there’s a glass of some type of juice…breakfast is an acceptable offer for now.”

Chapter Eight

SHAW

Luna

I guess this is your way of convincing me you’re a gentleman?

Silas

I don’t know about all that. I just know you’re supposed to walk your date to the door, so here I am.

Luna

Bites her lip. She’s giddy from the time they had on the impromptu date but doesn’t want to seem too eager.

So you’re not a gentleman. Go it.

Silas

I didn’t say that either.

Luna

You’re not saying much of anything—it’s making me feel like maybe you didn’t have a good time.

Silas

I didn’t say that?—

Luna

(laughs)

You make me sick.

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