Before I knew what was happening, Tara reached for Reed’s hand as he came up on my left, then reached for mine, and twisted around so she was skating backward, tugging us both forward. I nearly choked when my shoulder brushed with Reed’s. He glanced down at me, the hint of a smile peeking through whatever animosity he’d been holding on to. “Hey,” he said. I looked away, meeting Tara’s eyes. “Hi.”
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