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“It is. But I wanted to talk to you.”

“What if I don’t feel like talking?” I asked, taking a step closer to her and crowding her with my body.

She had to tip her head back to hold my gaze. I knew she wanted me; she was practically vibrating with it. But she was also determined not to give in. Her eyes searched mine, a small furrow appearing between her brows.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you.”Liar, liar.

“So it’s normal for you to dine and dash then? You couldn’t get out of dinner fast enough last night. You didn’t even eat or say goodbye. You just answered your special magic phone and bolted. I texted you on your not magic phone, but you didn’t answer. I’m worried.”

Guilt ate at me, bringing everything bubbling back up to the surface. “I know, I’m sorry. I just had a lot to think through.”

“About going home?”