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"Don’t even think about it," she said, horrified by the prospect of Søren ordering her to visit herstilettos on a hot day in Aug--"

"Eleanor"

"Yes, sir?"

"Your cleage is chirping"

Nora sed and pulled her cell phone froot to turn it off" Nora silenced the ringer

Søren stared at her Nora stared back As usual, Søren won the staring contest

"It’s Wes," she confessed, not even having to look at the number Sunday afternoon--always Wesley

Søren studied her This time she couldn’t meet his eyes

"Does Wesley call you often?"

Nora nodded "Once a week," she admitted "Every Sunday after church"

"And why is this the first time I’ve heard about this?"

"Doesn’t matter I never answer"

"Why don’t you answer the phone when Wesley calls?" Søren asked her in the sahtly curious, not at all conde

"Because you haven’t given me permission to"

"You’ve never asked permission Were you afraid I would tell you no?"

Nora bit her botto to break her of since she was fifteen Søren reached out and brushed his thumb over her mouth Nora looked up at him

"I was afraid you’d tell me yes"

Søren slowly nodded