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“I think I could have managed this on my own,” Cady commented when they left Grizzlies car park. “There’s no sign of Julia or her friends.”
“I was happy enough to get out before the karaoke starts,” Quinn commented. He glanced across the dimly lit street to where the building Meredith owned stood. “You really thinking about doing it? Opening a*****e?”
Cady shrugged. Quinn still had her hand wrapped around his arm, and he was resting his other hand on hers. His skin was warm, comforting in the cool evening air and she was relaxed, despite his close proximity. “Maybe. I don’t know.” She smiled, glancing up at him. “I don’t know if I want to stay in Garrison permanently.”
“Where’s home?”
Cady chuckled softly. “If you asked Meredith that question, she’d say I didn’t know. But San Franc
