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This time, there was no barreling inside without invitation. Harlow knocked on the apartment door and waited until it opened.
When it did and he registered who she was, the occupant opened his mouth. Without forming words, he closed it again.
Harlow couldn’t blame him for not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry, Clyde,” she said. “I’m a coward.”
Breathing in, he stepped back to open the door wider and presented the apartment to her. Moving beyond the threshold, it felt wrong to be too familiar, so she waited for him to offer her a seat in the living room before going to sit down.
Joining her, Clyde sat at her side. “I’m the one who should apologize, Harlow,” he said, taking her hand. He didn’t hold it for long. Second guessing himself, he quickly let her go. “I got caught up in a momen
