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Ginger was trying hard not to think about what might be going on at the lodge, and what Shane might be buying for Cam. They’d been away for quite a while. Maybe he hadn’t heard her when she’d said something “small.” Shane’s hearing did tend to be selective.
Sitting on the porch swing with her legs stretched along it, Ginger was enjoying reading a book on Owen’s k****e. So much so that she didn’t hear anyone approach.
“Good read?”
Glancing up, she saw Calvin standing at the end of the swing, leaning against the exterior kitchen door.
“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “Surprisingly.”
“Anything I’d know?”
A few days ago, she’d have said no. Ginger had no idea if that was true anymore. “It’s Shane’s book,” she said. “Weird that it turns out he did write a book after all.”
“Probably ghosted
