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He tilted his head to the side, his gaze licking its way up and down , but it was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating “Why are you so sweaty?”

Oh Of course he wasn’t actually checkingout at six different angles like an under-oiled engine Abandon ship! Abandon ship! “Running down the stairs” I squeezedmy hand into my forehead Awesome, Jules Now he thinks you’re so out of shape you can’t even run down the steps without pouring sweat

He nodded like a dude who streaked across a football field without getting winded had the same issue

“Did you break in just to steal cookies or was there so else?”

There was a sheepish glint in his toffee-colored eyes He dusted off his cru his throat “Do you have some milk?”

I laughed and grabbed some out of th

e fridge, pouring hiers on the far side of the water droplet-covered glass and away from his

Crossing ainst the counter “Have you ever read that book, If You Give A Mouse A Cookie? Although in this case it’s like, If a Mouse Breaks into Your House and Steals a Cookie” I lifted the corner of my mouth

“It was unlocked” He downed the glass and set it back down “Leaving your door unlocked on a street full of degenerates isn’t the best idea”

“Exactly Who knohat crazy person could show up and start raiding my food supply”

“Exactly” He tapped me on my nose with one of the cookies he’d weaseled out of the box when my back had been turned “This isn’t a social visit It’s time for some serious business”

“Are we in the saotten the seat behind Berk last semester in Political Philosophy

He shrugged “No, Ethics, but that’s not what this is about” His gaze turned razor-serious “This is about The Letter Girl”

Like a T-Rex had wandered into the kitchen, I stood stock still Breathe, Jules Breathing would be good about now The Letter Girl