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I pictured going back to the place where we’d first met, made love, and parted in sorrow. A sense of exhilarationand trepidation gripped me. I held onto Jasper extra tight. “Okay, then. Let’s go see. But one more thing…”
“I’m listening.”
“Why would your mother have a note in her possession that says, ‘Benji Dow, not his real name’? Do you have any idea who she’s referring to?”
Jasper was silent for a few beats. “Not yet.”
“Then we’re going to figure out who he is?”
“Absolutely.”
I smirked, satisfied that we were on the same page. And then we were kissing again.
