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Meg
Claire continued her efforts of pumping me for information about Levi, but I wasn’t willing to share. He had always been my special secret. My instinct to keep him all to myself hadn’t changed after our years of separation.
“You gotta give me something here, Meg.” Claire complained. “Are you interested in him? Why is he still here? Why were the two of you in the same tiny bed?”
Even if I wanted to answer her barrage of questions, I wouldn’t know where to begin. Luckily, I was saved from having to try when the men returned with our steaming cups of coffee.
“Perfect timing.” I beamed a smile at Levi before angling my gaze over to Claire. Her sour expression made it appear that she had just been forced to gulp down a gallon of undiluted lemon juice, making it obvious she didn’t ap
