"Why would he get hurt?" Wyatt asked, getting up and moving around to the front of the desk. He didn't want to assume the answer -- okay, he totally did assume.
"Because I don't know exactly what this is," Isabel said with a small smile as she pointed between them. "But I think I'd like to try and figure it out."
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"There's always Saturday. Unless you already had plans?"
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