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378 pages, Paperback
Published April 17, 2025
He imagined leaning down to whisper in her ear the truth that burned inside him: I miss you. I want you. I am only half alive without you near.
“You caused a scene,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Did I? How mortifying.”
“I would appreciate some quiet while I work, if you can manage it.”
“I’ll try not to breathe too loudly while sampling aromatic herbs.”
“I’m sure the effort would strain your capabilities,” he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.
“About as much as basic courtesy appears to strain yours,” she replied in a similar tone.
He flexed his hand at his side, opening and closing his fingers as if trying to rid himself of the sensation of touching her.
How peculiar that they could share thoughts so freely through the distance of ink and paper, yet standing here beside one another, words seemed to evaporate before reaching her lips.
“Even now, you wish to argue with me?”
“I wish to argue with you always.”
“Always?” he repeated. “Is that a promise?”
“Something you would do well to remember: if you do not feel you belong anywhere, then you must make a place in which to belong.”
“Society’s attention is remarkably fickle, my dear.”
Well, well. Progress, it seems, is indeed possible. Even for the terminally stuffy.