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Two weeks’ worth of text messages and missed phone calls sat waiting for me the next morning. Most were unimportant, but my mom had started to get worried when she hadn’t heard from me so I called to let her know that I was alive. I also had thirty-five texts from Cat, starting off casual and growing more concerned each day until she was yelling in all caps. Lochlan and I had discussed on my way home that it would be best for me to continue training before Beltane approached rather than return to work. Since I wouldn’t be seeing Cat at the museum, I dialed her number to find out what had been so urgent. “Where the hell have you been?” Were the first words out of her mouth. “Didn’t Fergus tell you I was on a work trip?” I asked innocently. “Aye, he did but I didn’t believe a word of it, and
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