Gage’s POV
Something is wrong, I can feel it, not just the awkwardness of earlier over being reminded of everything I told her last night. My cheeks flare with heat as I remember spilling my guts, crying like a child as she held me. Then images of afterwards, how she gave herself over to me, urged me to use her body to release the pain that was overwhelming me.
I watch her intently as she sips on the coffee I made for her, fingers wrapped around the mug tightly.
There is a smile on the realtor’s face, but it doesn’t reach her eyes and there is a slight tightness to her jaw as though she’s clenching her teeth. Years of studying the nuances of other people’s body language has taught me how to read their moods and despite her words, I know something isn’t right with the blonde across from……
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