I saw it then. The worry deep in his eyes. “You’re worried about me.” He shrugged. “You don’t even know me.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Colt talks about you all the time. I think I’ve heard every story about your summers growing up together at least a dozen times. When you tried to keep the pet frog but it escaped, and your mom screamed her head off. How you made that epic fort in the woods that was your hideout from your parents. The time you fell in the creek and Colt had to jump in after you.” A vise tightened around my chest. There were a million of those memories. But the through
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