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Chapter 10

Hannah's POV

The phone call with Ashton acted like an anchor, pulling me back from the dizzying pull of the two men in front of me. I tucked the device back into my clutch, took a steadying breath, and stepped out from behind the velvet curtains.

​I didn't go back to the center of the circle. Instead, I walked straight to the small high-top table where Sarah and Vince were nursing their drinks, watching the drama unfold with wide eyes.

​"You’re back," Sarah whispered, leaning in s
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