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“You know, you’re so quick to point your finger at me, but what about you?” “I can’t wait to hear this. What about me, Hannah?” “When I asked you if I’d done anything inappropriate, you said no. You had plenty of opportunities to tell me we’d had s*x. But you didn’t. You said nothing about it. You withheld your own evidence.” She lowered her voice as she said, “What’s your excuse, Declan?” My brows rose so f*****g high. “You’re saying I lied?” “I’m saying we’re both at fault here, so don’t stand there and look at me like I’m the only one who’s guilty.” She had some f*****g nerve. I downed the rest of the beer and set the empty on the table. “I didn’t lie.” “I’m not saying you did.” I didn’t want to f*****g admit it, but she had a point. I could have said something. I could have t
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