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He looked to Petra, his wavy hair falling near his eyes. "Petra, right? Gabe spend the night at your house?" Gabe frowned. "Stop it."
She pulled it on with a yawn, doing the same with pajama pants.
He started for the stairs, grabbing his bag and the map.
He nodded opening the front door just in time to see a man in the walkway. He looked at the two before smirking. "Hey, Gabe."
Her eyes fluttered and she sat up, looking around and taking her shirt.
He nodded, offering his hand.
"Burgers?
She shifted, her eyes fluttering.
He nodded slowly. "My bag is ready. I made some food, too."
"Yeah, kinda."
He shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. Do you have some preferences?"
Avice's face was buried in his chest, and she slept soundly.
He sat on the edge. "You ready?"
"It's easy to distract them."
"Exactly."
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He came back upstairs later, stretching his arms.
"Nothing, really. Lots of computers and meetings."
"It is, I guess."
She relaxed, her hand on the collar of his shirt.
