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Of course, Declan had played a big part in this, and I hadn’t been afraid to tell him that last night. I’d take fault where the fault was due, but Declan wasn’t a saint in this situation. “I’m curious what side of the story I’m going to hear when Declan comes in”—he looked at his watch—“in about three minutes.” Shit. “In that case, I’d better go.” I grabbed my untouched coffee and stood from the chair. “I’ll see you this weekend at the graduation party?” “Kendall and I wouldn’t miss it.” I gave him a smile and walked to his door. “Hannah?” I turned around. “Yeah?” “Things get a little tricky when you work for family, and having conversations like the one we just had isn’t easy. Nor is it a simple feat to admit when you’re wrong. Thank you for being honest with me.” I nodded and op
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