“You do it,” Janey said once Sean had left, but Tessa didn’t want to. In the past few days, a new floor had been laid, and a new kitchen table and chairs had been delivered that day while Tessa was in Long Island.
She and Janey both sat at the table, the brown-paper package in front of them. “Tell me why Sean was here. You said you two weren’t dating.”
“W…
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