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Dillon
It always felt great to come home.
I’d dropped Laurel off at her place, with a hug and a thank you for her companionship over the weekend, and everything else.
I felt good about where we were now. No longer childhood enemies, but grown adults who would hopefully be friends, although I had to admit, I’d miss the way she’d looked up at me when we were together. Like I was someone special.
Still, I was pleased that she’d made the bargain about our weekend together, then kept it without any drama or upset. Laurel really had meant it when she’d said there’d be no strings attached.
The only question was, why had it been so hard to leave her? I looked back into my rearview mirror, watching her get smaller as I drove away, and found myself wanting to turn around and go back.
Now,
