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I move around the counter and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

Clearly, Parker’s in cleaning mode so I’ll have to find my own breakfast.

Unfortunately, we seem to be out of bread and I don’t feel like cereal, so I guess I’ll be hitting up the deli in a little bit for a sub roll or something.

“What time are you opening up downstairs?” Parker asks.

I shrug. “I’ll go down and check the machine in a while, but I don’t have any work on so I might take the day off.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re randomly closing the shop?”

“It’s not the first time I’ve done it.”

“Well, yeah, but usually you only close it because you want to take Amanda for a drive.”

“I didn’t sleep last night,” I admit. “Did you?”

He snorts. “Hell, no. You think I just started cleaning the cupboards out because I felt like it? I had to do something. I was going crazy tossing and turning in bed.”

“Do you really need to take her to that concert straight from class?”

He frowns. “Yeah. It’s a long drive.”

I nod slowly. “Right.”

“You think we need to talk about it, and I should forget the concert.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You were thinking it.”

“I wasn’t,” I tell him. “I don’t think Amanda will be ready to talk about it straight away. She needs time to process what happened, and we need to wait for her to be ready.”

He goes to the sink and rinses out the cloth he’s using to clean the cupboards.

He lets it drop into the sink as he turns off the tap and looks back up at me.

“What do I do tonight?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Uh … You’re taking Amanda out …”

He sighs. “I mean if she wants to talk about it. We’ve got a long drive there and back.”

“If she wants to talk, let her talk.”

“We don’t know what happened with Dante last night.”

“Nothing happened,” I tell him.

He blinks at me. “Nothing happened?”

“We would have felt it.”

I’m sure of that.

We received the blessing, but Amanda and Dante didn’t act on it.

Everything would feel different now if they had.

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