( she'd pushed him away earlier, a roll of her eyes and verbal shove, all but ignoring her dusty man as he'd floated back into her life. it was a charade that happened every time he returned, heather never showing her relief in public, never letting anyone know that she cared. she couldn't.
but he knew what it meant, to find her alone, to go somewhere theirs and when her business had concluded she'd kept herself off the grid, made herself untraceable and had gone to find him, that small, subtle smile that she now only had for him tugging at her as she saw him )
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but he knew what it meant, to find her alone, to go somewhere theirs and when her business had concluded she'd kept herself off the grid, made herself untraceable and had gone to find him, that small, subtle smile that she now only had for him tugging at her as she saw him )
It feels longer every time.