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“I’m sure the two of you want to be alone or something.”Tracy waved it off. “Don’t worry about it, I want you to stay… really.” She said the words with a slight emphasis, and as she spoke, she glanced at Sadie with a meaningful look. She wasn’t sure if the younger girl interpreted it correctly, but it seemed to convince her that she didn’t have to immediately leave.Becca opened up the refrigerator and took out yet another tray of Jell-O shots. “There’s one tray left that we didn’t get to. If we all have a few, we can get rid of most of them, I think.”Tracy took one from the tray and gulped it down without hesitation. Becca offered the tray to Sadie, who glanced down and sighed. “Oh, I know I shouldn’t, but…” and without another word she took one as well.Sadie sat back down on the far side of the couch, where she had sat throughout the Trivial Pursuit game. She was now once again fully clothed. Tracy had simply slipped on a pair of soccer shorts and a tank-top, minus a bra,. Down boy. I forced myself to ignore thoughts of Adam, but my mind kept circling back to him sitting at his desk outside. Eventually I couldn’t take it any longer. With an hour and a half until he was due to report back to me, I decided to go out to lunch. Out of sight, out of mind … Or so I hoped. Lunch was uneventful, and I was back in the building by one thirty. As I walked toward my office, Adam looked up. I hadn’t realised that I was looking at him, but his eyes flashed and he smiled. I felt my lips turn up in response, automatically, without thinking. Realising, I broke the gaze and my smile, shrugged my shoulders and continued my stride until I reached my chair. I tried not to clock watch, but when there was a knock at my door I knew that he was exactly on time. Not a minute too early and not a minute too late. I wondered if he’d been stood there, fist poised, waiting for his watch to tick down the seconds. Or maybe that was just me. I sat there, listening to his proposals for.