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Rebecca’s phone buzzed. It was Courtney asking her to open the door. It was already nine in the morning. If Courtney stayed with her much longer, she was going to have to give her a key … just as she’d given one to Richie.
Richie! Beside her, where Richie had been when she fell asleep, Spike now lay. He lifted his head to see what the disturbance was.
Rebecca put on her robe and slippers. Richie wasn’t in the bedroom, bathroom or main room, which meant he wasn’t in the apartment, and his clothes were gone. A part of her was glad not to have to face him this morning. They hadn’t talked much last night—not about anything seriously, in any case. They’d just shown how much they had missed each other.
She went out and let in Courtney. “How do you put up with all this tension?” Courtney a
