Jason, for his part, didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His gaze, his quiet intensity, said everything.I cleared my throat, breaking the moment, but a small, teasing smile still tugged at the corners of my mouth. “You didn’t sleep on the job, Henry,” I said, glancing at the man holding the tray of coffee.Henry shot me a look, his eyes narrowing slightly as though he was offended. “I never sleep on the job,” he replied curtly, his tone firm and almost defiant. His posture didn’t shift an inch, still rigid and professional, and I could see the faintest traces of amusement in his gaze, though it was expertly hidden behind his usual stoic demeanor.“I’m glad and surprised,” I said, grinning a little as I took a step closer to him. “Is that coffee for me?” I asked, my voice light, teasing.Henry’s snort was immediate. “Who else could get me to serve her coffee?” he muttered, barely containing his distaste.I laughed softly, the sound unexpectedly easy, and then it clicked—this had b
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