Stealing Home (Beyond the Play, #3)

by Grace Reilly

but I want to see her. To talk to her. To remind her that even if she doesn’t want to be with me, we have a connection. I’d rather be her friend than have nothing at all.

The past few days have been a warm luxury compared to the frozen tundra I’ve been living in, hoping for a text from her,

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a hint of her smile when we crossed paths, or even a scowl. I’d rather a scowl from her tha...