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Court
Color finally came back into English’s cheeks by the time I got her back to her apartment. I’d never seen her look so pale and terrified. It was unnerving. Part of me wanted to go find Josh Hutch and beat the s**t out of him for hurting her. The other part thought about flying to LA and doing it to her damn boss. Not a single part of me wanted to stand still. Even though I knew that was what she wanted… what she needed.
I arranged the Chinese takeout on the coffee table and streamed the first Harry Potter movie while she went to change. She came back out of her bedroom a few minutes later in black sweats and my Harvard Lacrosse sweatshirt.
“So, that’s where that went,” I said with a laugh.
She tugged on the sweatshirt and then grinned. “Yeah. I was accidentally wearing it whe
