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Matt’s face softened. Sarah’s warmed. “Oh, honey, don’t be nervous. You’re already a part of our family. There’s nothin’ you need to do to hang on to that spot. It’s yours.” My ribs were a vise, tight around my lungs. “Thank you,” I said quietly, automatically. “Don’t ever be afraid to speak your mind to me,” she said. “Not about anything, testosterone or otherwise. Anyway, I don’t mean to intrude on your night.” She shifted, bracing herself on the arm of the couch so she could stand. Matt helped her up. “I’ll leave you two to dinner. I’ve got a date with a serial killer.” I blinked, my lips flattening. She caught my expression and smiled. “Netflix. The Ted Bundy documentary.” “Oh, of course,” I said with a sigh. Sarah smiled up at Matt. “I like her.” He shot me a pleased glance. “
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