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It took longer than Holt wanted to get his sister on her way. In all the chaos, he’d entirely forgotten she was stopping by. By the time he’d answered her myriad questions—mostly with a lot of “We don’t know”—Mia had finished repairs on the floor.
“Seriously, Had, I’ve got to deal with this.”
“Fine. I’ll get out of your hair, if only because I need to get back to Knoxville to catch my flight.”
He walked her out to her rental car, wishing things weren’t such a mess and that he had more time to spend with her. “Text me when you get home, okay?”
“Yes, Dad.” Hadley rolled her eyes but grabbed him in a hug. “And hey, I really hope I didn’t accidentally muck things up for you with Cayla yesterday. I think she’s perfect for you.”
It meant something to have his sister’s approval, even if
