A ding pierced the silence. Ethan hadn’t spoken since the airport. He hadn’t looked at her since the wink. Ding. She watched him tap his phone to check a text from Amber. Where are you, Mr. Hotstuff? Oh please . . . Ding. This one was from Maya: WE MISS YOU. Ding. Brooklyn: You seriously aren’t coming? Ding. Kimmy: I refuse to have Christmas without you. Ding. Rachel: I can beg, you know? Do you want me to beg? “Say whatever it is you’re thinking over there before your head explodes.” Ding. Maggie could have denied that she was snooping, but she was far too tired and too jet-lagged to try.
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