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“Alright,” she said, dropping the pen she’d been doodling with on a scrap piece of paper and walking around the counter to stand in front of Len, arms crossed over her chest. “What gives? You’ve been humming love songs all day long and that’s not your norm. What aren’t you telling me? You look happy. Why are you so happy?” she interrogated him, brows knitting together.