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Rupert had been understanding about her need for time.
Harlow had returned to her parents, moved back into her childhood bedroom, and spent some time trying to remember who she’d been before deciding a challenging life of adventure might be fun.
There wasn’t much time for her to reach any conclusions. On her fifth night home, while she was running down the stairs, the sound of her sister’s laugh in the dining room made her pause with a hand on the bannister. That was her sister’s flirtatious laugh.
Lena loved male attention; but she was coy about it in public, especially at her parents’ dinner table. At least, she usually was.
Her mom, Jean, was the next person Harlow heard. “Her birth name was Harlean,” Jean explained. “So when we were trying to pick a name for our second daughter
