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Chapter 24

He had a mustache. A thick one. Curled at the ends like he moonlighted as a 19th-century villain or ran a quirky coffee shop in Brooklyn. And he was leaning in.

Her head tilted back and she laughed again—loud, free, the kind that made people instinctively look.

My stomach did a slow, ugly twist.

I w...