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All heads turned to see Rhys standing in the entrance, his tall frame silhouetted by the light from the hallway. A friendly smile played on his lips, but it did little to alleviate the frowns that appeared on both Dante and Eleanor’s faces.
Dante stepped forward, his brow furrowing.
“Rhys, what are you doing here?”
Before Rhys could respond, Lena interjected, her tone cheerful and unapologetic.
“I called him. Rhys is my client, and he mentioned he doesn’t have many friends in the area. So, I thought, why not invite him over for a sleepover? The more, the merrier, right?”
My initial surprise melted into a soft smile. I really appreciated Lena’s inclusive spirit and her effort to help someone who was feeling lonely.
Dante, on the other hand, sighed deeply, though
