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... sk. Same unreadable expression.
He didn’t ask how I was. He never did.
"You’ve decided to come," he said, like it had ever been optional.
I sat across from him, folding my hands together so he wouldn’t see them shake. "You called."
"Yes." He studied me for a moment, then leaned back. "There will be a dinner tomorrow night."
I waited.
"Zane Whitmore will be there," he continued. "It’s time the engagement is made official."
My chest tightened ...
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