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Jake knew an important conversation like this needed to happen face to face. After taking probably the world’s fastest shower and making sure his dog had gotten her breakfast and a perfunctory walk down the block so she could take care of business, he’d texted Connor.
I need to come talk to you.
Luckily, Connor hadn’t told him it was way too early for that sort of thing — seven o’clock had come and gone — but instead responded, Let me come to your house. Angela’s kind of got her hands full with the kids.
Right. The twins had just finished first grade, but they were now out of school for the summer, and of course, Miranda was still too young for anything except a few hours of pre-K each day. And this was definitely not the kind of conversation he wanted to have with a bunch of little
