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Months later…
Talia waited until they were a few feet away from the nursery before she spoke. “You know you don’t have to come back to Boston with me.”
Carrie pouted. “How can I not? You’re my best friend, and I love you.”
“But you love him too.”
She nodded with a heavy sigh.
Who would have thought Carrie and Angelo would fall for each other? They were complete opposites with nothing in common. He was always serious, and Carrie was only serious at work, the rest of the time Talia always wondered if she was auditioning for court jester.
But their friends with benefits relationship that had begun when she was in a coma, knowing Carrie maybe before—Carrie had always used sex to forget situations that scared her, ever since her parents’ died in a car accident—had blossomed into a serious relationship. They were genuinely happy together. And that was to end just bec
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