Something is up. I examine the windows at the office, wondering who lifted the blinds already this morning. The parking for the building is behind the house, and since I don’t drive, I don’t know if Dawson is here yet this morning or not.
“He can’t be,” I murmur. I’m always the first one to arrive in the office, and I’m the one who raises the blinds, adj…
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