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“He’s doing the counting thing,” Finn stage-whispered. “And still his lips move. It’s the most romantic thing about him, and he’d die before he admitted it.”

“They don’t move,” I groused before taking a sip.

“They move a little,” both of them said at once, grinning at each other, two menaces who’d found one another across my dinner table. I let them have it, because they were usually right, and it was their worst quality.

Wes was always going to come back.

So I never measured that distance again.

I didn’t have to.

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