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Twenty

Eve

I pushed the paper to him.

“I'm not signing that,” I said, matching his gaze.

He stared at me, “Why?”

“Because everything that's written there is absurd!” I exploded, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

He arched a brow. “Which one?”

Seems like arching a brow is one of his habits, and...