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ADELINE

The vendor is beaming at him, probably because Reid is arguing over strawberries like it’s a playoff final. I lean against his arm, watching his hand gesture animatedly while he charms the poor woman into throwing in an extra pint “just because the missus looks like she deserves it.”

Missus. I don’t stand a chance.

By the time he’s finished, he’s swinging a paper bag full of strawberries i