"Ugh, Dean, I really don’t like the way this place smells,” Becca complained, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she wrinkled her nose. “Can we just go home already?”
Dean didn’t look up right away, too focused on the paperwork in front of him. When he finally did, a smirk played at the corner of his lips. “Alright,” he said smoothly, “if that’s what you want. But we’ll be staying just one more day.”
She raised a brow. “One more day? Why?”
“I have something I want to show you,” he replied casually, already returning his attention to the documents.
Becca didn’t buy it. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “And what exactly would that be?”
Dean chuckled under his breath, not sparing her another glance. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he said simply, his voice laced with mystery.
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