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The door to her MGB squeaked as she stepped out, and the voices of her family drifted out of her brother Ryan’s house. She took in Harold getting out from the other side, dressed in blue jeans and a faded dress shirt. His light hair had a soft wave. Everything about him settled her in ways she couldn’t have explained to anyone.
“You sure you want to meet everyone?” she said. “They can be a handful, and they’ll assume we’re together, you know.”
He walked over to her, rested his hands on her arms, and then took her hand in his. “Let them. Besides, you still haven’t told your family about the board’s ruling, have you?”
He knew she hadn’t. What was she supposed to say? The fire department had been ordered to give her job back, but, not surprisingly, the position she’d held had been cont
