Neverseen, Chapter 77

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"Yeah. Why, what are you up to?"

"Nothing," he said—a little too quickly.

"So . . . do you want to come over, then?" she asked, fidgeting with the necklace he'd given her. "I thought I might try to make starkflower stew to give to Calla's tree—and I know that sounds super exciting, but . . . you could make fun of me. And then you could stay for dinner, and—"

"Foster, you don't have to take care of me."

"Maybe I just like you," she said—then realized how that sounded. "I'm just . . . worried about you."

Keefe stepped closer. "I know. It's one of the things I like about you."

Her stomach filled with fluttering things, which flitted around even more when she noticed how close they were now standing. The toes of their boots were almost touching, and his breath felt warm on her cheeks.

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