“Sorry,” he said, voice drier than he intended. “Distracted.”
“Mr. Hart?” Mira looked up, pencil poised. “You stopped mid-sentence.” tempted tutor freeze
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She didn’t argue. But as she packed her bag, she left a note on the table: Same time tomorrow? Below it, her number. “Sorry,” he said, voice drier than he intended