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Jake North woke with a jump when the door to his office opened. “Huh?” he said groggily.
“Seriously, Jake? Did you sleep here last night?”
Jake rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, looking up to find Phoebe Devine standing beside his desk.
“I guess so,” he said. He sat up straighter and rolled his neck from one side to the other, a weak effort at easing the tension from sleeping in his desk chair. Glancing at his computer, he saw it was still on. Multiple screens were loaded with the searches he’d been working on last night.
Phoebe smiled softly and handed him a cup of coffee in the distinctive bright blue takeout cups from Roxanne’s Country Store. He gratefully took it, immediately taking a swallow, the rich flavor welcome.
“Thank you,” he said. “To what do I owe this
