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Sawyer jumped when he heard a knock on his door a few hours later. When he swung the door open, Remy stood on the other side, eyes wide and nervous.
“Hi,” she said. “Can I come in?”
“Uh…” he said, turning to look at his apartment. It was a bit of a mess, clothes strewn across the bed as he packed for his trip. “Sure.”
He held the door open for her and she stepped in, noting his suitcase.
“Taking off?” she asked, clearing her throat.
“No, no,” he said, closing the door. “Well… just for a trip.”
“I thought maybe we would talk before you, um…” she slowed, waving her hand at the suitcase. “Did whatever you’re doing here.”
“Rem… it’s… I have to go to a funeral,” he said, rubbing a hand over the stubble on his jaw.
“Oh!” she said, turning sympathetic in an instant. “Oh, I’m so sorry.
