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Chapter 25

Author: Nancy B.
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-08 21:48:36

The next morning an invitation arrived for Ethan, Coffee? No strings attached. He stared at the message longer than necessary, thumb hovering over the screen. Leo Vale’s name glowed back at him, as if it knew he would eventually look.

He told himself it was professional. That clarity was overdue, that staying confused helped no one—least of all him.

Still, guilt threaded through the thought, sharp and unwelcome.

Dante’s face rose unbidden in his mind: the shuttered expression, the distance wor
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