“Fine and dandy,” Tess said with another careless grin, swaying slightly on the spot. She couldn’t bring herself to feel bad about it, even when she considered that that slow blink should have made her feel guilty, or that Declan might have any reason to be annoyed with her.

“Peachy, actually. How are you?” She hoped he hadn’t been at the printshop all this time. That would have been a soul-crushing waste of a day.

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