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Chapter 159: Party time
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NOAHI shook off that vague worry now, though, as Deacon and Emma climbed the porch steps. Emma's expression was guarded as she approached me, and I noticed that Deacon kept his hand on her back. They both stopped a few feet short of me. Emma cleared her throat. "Hello, Noah. You look-good." Her eyes roved down me, and one of her brows rose. "I didn't realize this was the kind of party where people could go shirtless."I tossed back my last swallow of whiskey. "Em. You look good, too." I smirked. "You should know that in my mind, topless is always an option when it comes to you." Ignoring her small gasp of outrage, I shifted my gaze upwards a little. "Deacon. Glad you could both be here today. Gotta wonder who's saving the world at St. Agnes while you're gone, though." I'd meant the words to be a light jest, just a little tease, the way we always joked around. But I could see from the way Emma's eyes flared that she wasn't taking it that way. "I'm happy you're feeling better, N
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NOAHEmma and Deacon didn't stay very long after that-big surprise. Emma wore this pinched, uptight expression, and as soon as Deacon wandered back to the porch, glancing at both of us cautiously, she grabbed his hand and told him that she was ready to leave. But she got in one more parting shot before she took off. "Noah, I love you." She laid her slim, cool hands on either side of my face, staring into my eyes. "You really are my best friend, and I don't want that to change. But look at what you're doing. Look at the choices you're making, the life you're leading. It's a mess. It's not you. If Angela could see-" She broke off, either because of her own emotion or because she saw the pain in my eyes. "Noah, she wouldn't recognize you. I barely do. So please, please, sweetie, do me a favor and slow down. Think about all of this." She'd tiptoed up to kiss my cheek. "And don't forget to call me, because I miss you." I patted her back, mumbled something that I hoped sounded convinc
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