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Malachi joined in with her laughter but he couldn't make it sound real. Her slip of the tongue just wasn't funny to him.
"Alright, you bring dinn-" The rest of his sentence stuck in his throat as she hugged him. He somehow restrained himself and did not kiss her... somehow. To kiss her would have been heaven for a moment but then he would have to deal with the consequences of having done so. He patted her awkwardly, wanting her to let go so that he didn't lose the tenuous grip that he had on his self control. "Miss McArdle, I sincerely hope you don't embrace all the concerned parents you meet in this way. Tongues will wag."
His attempt at humour rang hollow in his ears and he worried how it would sound to her. Would she be offended?
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