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neither of them moved right away.
The quiet between them felt full enough to lean on.
Brooke spoke first.
“I should probably leave soon.”
Caleb’s head turned sharply. “No.”
“The case is over.”
“My son still needs breakfast.”
She smiled faintly. “You can handle scrambled eggs now. Badly, but you can handle them.”
He took a step closer.
“This is not about eggs.continue reading …
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