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“
These
will
do
,
”
he
says
with
his
oh
-
so
-
secret
smile
.
“
Is
there
anything
else
?
”
“
I
’
d
like
some
masking
tape
.
”
Masking
tape
?
“
Are
you
redecorating
?
”
The
words
are
out
before
I
can
stop
them
.
Surely
he
hires
laborers
or
has
staff
to
help
him
decorate
?
“
No
,
not
redecorating
,
”
he
says
quickly
,
then
smirks
,
and
I
have
the
uncanny
feeling
that
he
’
s
laughing
at
me
.
Am
I
that
funny
?
Funny
looking
?
“
This
way
,
”
I
murmur
,
embarrassed
.
“
Masking
tape
is
in
the
decorating
aisle
.
”
I
glance
behind
me
as
he
follows
.
“
Have
you
worked
here
long
?
”
His
voice
is
low
,
and
he
’
s
gazing
at
me
,
concentrating
hard
.
I
blush
brightly
.
Why
the
hell
does
he
have
this
effect
on
me
?
I
feel
like
I
’
m
fourteen
years
old
—
gauche
,
as
always
,
and
out
of
place
.
Eyes
front
,
Steele
!
