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At first, he had tensed.He had felt her slump against his shoulder; her head not quite making contact but lolled over to the side enough that her hair tickled his cheek.For a moment, he wanted to shove her off-- to just stand up, to let her drop or something, anything to keep her off of him. This time spent together wasn't intended to hold any intimacy; in fact, they were only around each other on a matter of shared distrust.Henry couldn't visit Grace without Emma being there, and Grace could never visit Henry without Jefferson being there. Neither trusted the other, and that's how it worked out.But for her to fall asleep on him-- no, he couldn't cause a scene. Not in the middle of a park; not where Grace could see and scold him for it.He simply had to relax his shoulder, and endure the slouched woman resting against him-- and maybe find his revenge later.
