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He relaxed, looking over at her appreciatively. "Thank you."
"My, my. That is dirty."
"What about... do you have a last name?"
"I disagree. I had a great time."
"Easier said than done," he said flatly.
"Too much pressure."
"Dirty tactics?"
"I do. I do say so."
She left the room and looked up at him expectantly.
"I don't know," he said roughly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Everything's too fuzzy right now."
"It's like talking about what days I like most with you."
"We could just fight and see who wins."
"I want to."
She flashed him a grin as Owen squinted at her. "You two may go."
He blinked, still looking tired as he turned to look at the ground. "My head hurts."
"Now there's an offer."
"It's a lot of pressure."
"I'll figure something out."
"Well," Poppy interjected, "I feel like she could stand to loosen up. I propose we send an invitation to the meeting with the dress code "sleep...
He looked more confused than anything, a nervousness in his eyes as he looked at her. "I had a nightmare?" he asked, still bleary from sleep.
