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Harlow was sure they were just teasing about the second choice thing, and she couldn’t deny that there had been a spark between her and Ryske from the very beginning. Maze wasn’t wrong about that. But what she and Ryske were was still ambiguous. They hadn’t put language to it yet.
While she might have decided to drop the barriers she’d built between them, she hadn’t really figured out what she wanted them to be, or what they could be.
“Fun as it would be to debate what Trink and I are,” Ryske said, laying his hand on hers to flatten it on his chest, stalling her nails in their tracks. “We have bigger things to deal with.”
“Like what?” Noon asked.
Maze sighed. “Guess tonight didn’t go well. What’s the report?”
Ryske shrugged. “Went exactly like we thought it would.” He side-nodded
