"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."
Chuckling, Isabel moved so that the lean turned into something more like a hug. "It's tempting, but let's save that for a time and place where we don't have to worry about squirrels."
And that would be Isabel pulling away just a bit. "I'm sure they are. But here's the thing? You remember cautious no memory me? That's still me. I hope that's not going to be a problem."
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"There's always Saturday. Unless you already had plans?"
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