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"
Something
you
said
to
Jessica
.
.
.
well
,
it
bothers
me
.
"
He
refused
to
be
distracted
.
His
voice
was
husky
,
and
he
glanced
up
from
under
his
lashes
with
troubled
eyes
.
"
I
’
m
not
surprised
you
heard
something
you
didn
’
t
like
.
You
know
what
they
say
about
eavesdropners
,
"
I
reminded
him
.
"
I
warned
you
I
would
be
listening
.
"
"
And
I
warned
you
that
you
didn
’
t
want
to
know
everything
I
was
thinking
.
"
"
You
did
,
"
he
agreed
,
but
his
voice
was
still
rough
.
"
You
aren
’
t
precisely
right
,
though
.
I
do
want
to
know
what
you
’
re
thinking
-
everything
.
I
just
wish
.
.
.
that
you
wouldn
’
t
be
thinking
some
things
.
"
I
scowled
.
"
That
’
s
quite
a
distinction
.
"
"
But
that
’
s
not
really
the
point
at
the
moment
.
"
"
Then
what
is
?
"
We
were
inclined
toward
each
other
across
the
table
now
.
He
had
his
large
white
hands
folded
under
his
chin
;
I
leaned
forward
,
my
right
hand
cupped
around
my
neck
.
I
had
to
remind
myself
that
we
were
in
a
crowded
lunchroom
,
with
probably
many
curious
eyes
on
us
.
It
was
too
easy
to
get
wrapped
up
in
our
own
private
,
tense
little
bubble
.
"
Do
you
truly
believe
that
you
care
more
for
me
than
I
do
for
you
?
"
he
murmured
,
leaning
closer
to
me
as
he
spoke
,
his
dark
golden
eyes
piercing
.
I
tried
to
remember
how
to
exhale
.
I
had
to
look
away
before
it
came
back
to
me
.
