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9.
Zane grinned up at Vincent, ignoring the nervousness bubbling into his chest. His hair was standing on end from his constant worrying, but he'd made an effort – clean-shaven, and wearing a jacket, for god's sake. He ought to have had a proper movie montage accompanying him: Zane Donovan cleaned up for no woman!
He shivered and went back to toying with the napkins on the table, reciting the Fibonacci sequence in his head in a desperate attempt to keep his nerves in check. He'd been made up, made over all for-
Damn.
-for a girl who cleaned up damn well.
2.10 - God Is In The Details
