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The next morning, I felt lonely and confused about the situation with Shea. Where the hell was this going? She lived up in Sycamore Springs, easily an hour’s drive away. Maybe less the way she drove. But still, it wasn’t like we could see each other on a daily basis. Things were crazy enough when I’d dated Conor, and he’d lived only a couple of streets over.
Was I even ready for a relationship? Was I making more of it than it was? Maybe it was just a friends-with-benefits situation. A friendly f**k between comrades in arms who’d survived some harrowing events. Suddenly, I jumped out of bed. s**t! I’d totally forgotten about Ciara.
I called Max. “Hey! How’s Ciara doing?”
“Jinx. Hey.” He sounded sleepy. The clock read six twenty. s**t. I’d woken him up. “Let me get her. Hold on.”
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