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“The way everything has played out makes me think that there’s another power at play. As much as I don’t believe in it, fate keeps coming to mind.”
—Wyatt Gates
Georgia’s arms drape around my neck. “I’m going to go get the room ready for the adoption interviews.”
“Okay.”
We’re alone in the office—well, besides a snoring Cooper and too many slumbering cats. I’m still not a fan of public displays of affection, especially here. So, we’ve tried to keep our new relationship on the down-low. Though we’re not very good at it. I should say, Georgia isn’t very good at it. She’s such a loving person by nature. I, on the other hand, have practiced keeping others away for my entire life. She’s one person I’m no longer capable of keeping at arm’s length.
“You sure you want me to do this on my
