Please, Anita, happy thoughts. I wondered what the fight was about, but it wasn't my fight. At least a lot more practical than I've ever been before. He shook his head, stubbornly.
I don't know how I knew that he wasn't just busy getting real cream out of the fridge to pour into an honest-to-God cream pitcher. Light washed over me, then dimmed, as my eyes adjusted. They exchanged another look, but with a nod from Micah, Nathaniel went for the bathroom. What if it's the reality I want, Anita? What if the reason Raina liked me so much was that I'm just like her? He didn'
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