" I still dug in the bag when Clay walked in without knocking. He didn’t walk past the threshold, though. Concern filled his expression when I looked up. I lifted my hand from the bag and let the bikini I’d found dangle from one finger. “Really, Clay? You’re killing me. Where are my jeans?” His lips twitched with a smile as he leaned against the frame, content to watch me dig through the bag some more. Despite "
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