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Chapter 6
Chapter 6Be like the snow, cold but beautiful. Rebecca Warren arrived at seven minutes past six. Seven! Theo had a hard time not telling her to turn around and leave straight away. That she got out of her car at the same pace as a sloth moves didn’t help matters. Why did anyone dress in clothes so tight they hindered their movements? And why, why, did someone put on a cocktail dress when visiting an ice sculptor in the middle of winter? “Mr. Lekas.” It came out a little breathy, and Theo suspected the dress was too tight for her to breathe properly. “Ms. Warren.” “Rebecca, please.” She reached out, not to greet him, more like she wanted them to hold hands. Theo ignored her. “I do my work in here.” He gestured towards the barn and heard Cat snort in his mind. “Oh…” She glanced at the
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