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“Idiot,” I mutter to myself. “Complete fucking idiot.”

I freeze the moment I hear his wingtips on the laminate flooring. His shadow falls across me and I’m seized with the very real fear that I’m about to lose my income.

Please God, no.

“Here.”

I stare at the glass of water he’s offering me. “Water?”

“It’s to drink. Or throw on yourself—whichever you need more. Can’t say I’ll complain either way.”