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ASHLEIGH
By the time I got home Sunday afternoon, Gabriella was bouncing off the walls … especially when I walked through the door. Her hair was a mess and she was sweaty, wearing black running shorts and a blue tank top.
“Do you not know how to call someone back?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.
Sheepishly, I shut the door and said, “Well, I was kind of busy. There wasn’t really that much time to talk.”
Guffawing, she sat down on the couch and patted the seat beside of her. “Yeah, I can imagine. I’m sure being in bed with Ryley all weekend was really time consuming. I wouldn’t want to leave it either.”
“We did more than that,” I scolded. “It was actually kind of fun. We rode his four wheelers, went hiking, and he even cooked me dinner.”
“What else?”
“Well … I’m sure y
