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“No, we don’t,” I replied, trying to stop her before she took this any further.

“We can’t keep avoiding this subject.”

We had to—until I was able to tell her about Dylan coming home.

Until I could explain where things stood.

But I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.

“I just don’t want to discuss him tonight.”

She nodded, telling me she understood and that she wouldn’t push me to chat about him tonight. Then, she glanced down at her menu. When she finally looked back up, there was a huge smile on her face. “Want to skip dinner and go straight to dessert?”

“More than anything.”

She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “That means we’re going to need another bottle of wine.”

“Yesss ,” I agreed.

She laughed.

I did, too.

This time felt even better.

When I saw the brick row of townhouses, mine being on the very end, I hurried down the rest of the sidewalk and up the front steps.

I unlocked the door.

Once I was inside, my keys were placed in the bowl in the entryway, and I set
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