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Chapter 4
4 Harper woke alone, reaching for the warm body that had helped her sleep clear through the night, but she didn’t find it. She blinked blearily at the folded piece of paper lying on the pillow where his head had been not too long ago. She opened it up, ignoring the familiar stab of pain at trying to read then note.. Queenie, Thank you for trusting me last night. I’ll see you in the shop later. Seth She lay back, staring up at the ceiling, baffled by her behavior last night. He’d punched a man to defend her, so she had invited him to dinner—that was odd enough. Then she’d kissed him and started crying. Then he’d taken her to bed and held her while she slept. How crazy was all that? What the hell had happened to her? And how was Seth so cool with it? That kind of behavior tended to be a
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