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Jeremy figured he’d never sleep again.
It was dark when he closed his eyes trying to block out the eager look in Penelope’s eyes. And the haunted one in Jack Donovan’s.
He opened his eyes to near darkness. Sunrise would be happening soon.
Ten o’clock. It shouldn’t still be dark.
He looked out his bedroom window at the deep orange bleeding out of the summer sky. Sunset. He’d slept sixteen hours straight through since Jack had dropped him off.
His phone pinged as he stumbled out of the shower and pulled on fresh clothes.
There was a cute smile photo from Penelope followed by Coming in tonight? The message had arrived minutes ago, probably what had woken him. Now it showed a frowny emoji.
He was about to answer that he’d overslept when there was another ping.
It was from his passwo
