“Couldn’t sleep,” she added quietly.
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“I painted it last night.” Her eyes didn’t leave his, scanning for any trace of how he felt. The colorful gold and green hues of the painting fascinated him, but he tried to keep up appearances, withholding his true emotions. “Couldn’t sleep,” she added quietly. “Wow!” Ray said, staring at the painting, careful not to meet her eyes. “She paints too!” he added, trying to sound light—doing his best to maintain the conversation and hide the fact that he’d spent the entire night tossing and turning, worrying about her.
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