“Okay,” I whisper. Cade stares at me for a few more drawn out moments before he sighs and heads toward the stairs. I watch his every move, fascinated in all the ways he’s changed from the last time I saw him. His shoulders are much wider, his legs thicker. There’s so much more muscle to him than there was before. It’s all obvious, even underneath the formal attire he wore to the funeral. I don’t know which Cade I liked better. This more rugged, toned, closed off version of him that I barely know or the leaner, softer side of him that treated me like I hung the moon. Cade doesn’t look back at
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