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The image of Ben swirled across her thoughts as she tugged the comforter closer to her chest. It’s useless. A look around her small master bedroom, she twisted and gazed at the clock on her nightstand. 9:24 p.m. I can’t sleep. She grabbed her phone and puffed out her cheeks. Should she call him? As thoughts of him continuously churned through her mind, a sudden change to him hugging Kandice flew to the forefront of her thoughts for the umpteenth time that day. Stop thinking about that. Was he telling the truth and didn’t have any feelings for Kandice? Would she be able to believe him, ever? What difference did it make? She had zero time for a relationship with him or anyone. As she contemplated whether to call him, his handsome face became vivid in her mind again. Everything about him
