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“See you, Adam. Right?” she murmured before he could head for the

entrance and leave the room. Her voice was pitched low enough that Jeremy
couldn’t possibly have heard her. Maybe Adam hadn’t, either. Except that
he paused for a moment. And then, when he walked past her, she had the

impression of knuckles brushing against the back of her hand.
“Good night, Olive.”