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Shared by My Professor and His Son (2)

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Dinner was already waiting when my mother led us into the dining room.

“You both must be tired,” she said, smiling at Julian. “Sit. Eat before you disappear.”

Julian pulled out a chair at the head of the table. Kai sat across from me. I kept my hands in my lap.

My mother turned to him again, brighter this time. “Sloane attends your university, by the way. She’s in one of the business programs.”

Julian’s eyes moved to me. “I know. We already met. This afternoon.”

My mother’s smile slipped. “Oh.
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