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IVY'S POV

The pressure from the team’s visit lingered like a shadow over the rest of the day.

We tried to keep things light after they left — watching highlights from Ronan’s old games, sharing snacks on the couch, stealing soft kisses between conversations.

But I could tell the weight of their words was sitting heavily on him. Every time his phone buzzed with another message from Marcus or the training staff, his jaw would tighten just a fraction.

By evening, the tension had crept into his b
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