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CHAPTER TWELVE: Olivia Flies In

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I told her. She hung up before I finished the sentence.

Olivia Grant arrived forty-one minutes later with a carry-on that was slightly too large for overhead cabin storage (she had clearly argued her way past the gate agent, because she always did), a bottle of very good Burgundy tucked under one arm, and the expression of a woman who has flown six hours specifically to say things that needed saying in person.

She looked at me.

I looked at her.

“You’re already falling for him again, aren’t you,
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