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“You are not playing that”—she pointed at the guitar—“while I go to sleep,” she said

“Well no’s that going to work, 4C? Because best I can tell, you’re always just off to bed or just out of bed”

“I’ve seen you exactly twice At two am on a Saturday and seven aoing to say a light sleeper,” she said through gritted teeth

“Huh Your hair seear?”

Heather ignored the slight on her hair “Black, please”

He lifted his eyebrows and walked toward her with two stea cups in hand Heather tried to find a way to accept the plain white e his fingers to make that impossible Deliberate, probably

“Thank you,” shethe little fissure of awareness she felt at his closeness

“Heather, honey, do you likebetatching Heather and Josh and scooping flour into ainto the chair beside her

He smelled a bit like soap and coffee, and Heather tried really hard to reht That there’d probably been a constant stream of women in this apartment, and that she didn’t want to be one of them

“I do like music,” she replied

“Just not myherit at him