The moment I twist the doorknob, a rush of familiarity overwhelms me. A head of tousled light brown hair bursts into the house. The expression on Tanner’s face is one that I have only seen a handful of times before, though never directed toward me. His usually bright eyes are clouded with anger and frustration, his jaw clenched tightly. A sinking feeling settles in my stomach at the realization that it’s more than likely my text message that has him all out of sorts. “What are you doing here?” I ask as I close the front door behind him. “Seriously, Kat? What is this?” he asks, holding up his
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