"Okay," Finn says, before I feel him walking away.At the mall, we grab a coffee first. And while Dahlia chats away, mercilessly dumping all the office gossip on me, I feel the warmth of someone's gaze on my skin.It isn't subtle. Not obvious either. I could be wrong, for all I know.But the way the back of my neck prickles—exactly the way it did when I met... him—I can't help but turn my head in that direction."Is there someone I know?" I ask, cutting off her rambling.Dahlia pauses, probably checking."Well, there's definitely someone," she says, and I hear her shift. "But not anyone I know. Want me to go ask?"I shake my head. "No. No need."It can't be him. He hasn't been in the country for the last five years.I must be mistaken.I have to be. ******"Oh, this one's good. Really good," reads Dahlia, possibly from the text sent by Hunter after she showed him the picture of the fifth dress I tried on."He likes it," she mumbles, before I sense her presence right next to me. "I li
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