ClaraWhy is he even here? Zachary Langston walks with me, wasting his time at an amusement park. He should be at some high-profile meeting or entertaining a woman like Catarina, the Orange County princess with her perfect blonde waves and designer heels. Yet here he is, steps away from a booth selling corn dogs. The irony of it makes my lips twitch, though I quickly stifle the almost-smile.“You’re quiet,” he says suddenly. It isn’t a question. More like an observation that pins me in place.“I don’t want to disturb your brooding,” I reply, attempting a light tone. Humor is my armor, though it rarely seems to work on him.To my surprise, the corner of his mouth twitches. Barely perceptible, but it is there. “Brooding?” he echoes, arching a brow.“Well, you’re not exactly radiating amusement,” I say, gesturing vaguely at his stern expression. “I think this place is supposed to be fun.”He glances around, as if noticing the flashing lights and laughter for the first time. “Fun isn’t ex
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