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Chapter 48: Love or Control

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Mia appears with Mason. Both rumpled and half-asleep. Mia climbs onto Nick’s lap. Mason sits beside me and leans his head against my arm, my arm, not Nick’s, and the gesture is so casual, so thoughtless, so much like a boy who has decided I’m a safe place to lean, that my hand goes to his hair before I think about it.

Nick watches me touch his son’s hair.

I pretend I don’t see him watching.

We check out. Load the car. Drive to the airfield. Mia falls asleep against Mason’s shoulder, clutching a
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