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“Ugh, I hate those words,” she said, crinkling her nose.

I pulled the sheet up from her feet to her knees and quickly started working the soles of her feet with my thumbs. “Cute toe ring,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said. “It was a gift from Daisy, actually.”

“Well, she always did have a good eye for jewellery,” I said.

“So did you, if I remember correctly. She still wears that pendant you bought her sometimes.”

“Oh, wow,” I said. “I’d completely forgotten about that. I saved three weeks’ pay to buy her that for her birthday.”

“And she went and broke up with you,” Eden sighed with a heavy dose of exasperation.

“Alright, my dear,” I said, setting down Eden’s feet as they glistened a little from the oil that had still been on my hands. “That is unfortunately the very last bit of massage I can offer you right now.”

“Mmmmmm,” she groaned, stretching out. “Trevor, I think you might be my new favourite person. After my son, of course.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll just step outside again so you ca