When the bell above the door chimed, he didn't look up immediately. He knew her footsteps—a slight click of a mahogany heel, followed by a soft, rhythmic pace.
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"Habit," Elias replied, finally meeting her eyes. "You’re exactly on time. Also a habit." When the bell above the door chimed, he
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