Nightfall, Chapter 91

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"I figured you were having a rough morning," Keefe said, patting a spot on the grass beside him. "And since I still have a few more days without Ro driving me crazy, I thought I'd bring you a cheer-up present, since apparently that's a thing."

He held out his arms.

"Um . . ." Sophie didn't see a gift.

Keefe smirked. "Foster, Foster, Foster—always so adorably oblivious. I'm the gift. I'm all yours today—though I might be willing to extend my servitude if you call me the Gift Master."

Sophie rolled her eyes as she smiled. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"And you love it." His grin shifted into something softer, something that made her stomach tighten. "So what do you need, Foster? A shoulder to cry on? A good old-fashioned cuddle? Or should we go back to brainstorming my favor?"

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