It wasn’t a Bodine climbing up the porch steps. It was Devlin. And I wanted to cry. “Hey, I thought I’d see if you needed a hand—” The velocity of my body colliding with his cut him off. He was here to help me clean up a mess that wasn’t his because he cared. I clung to him like Virginia creeper. Gratitude made my eyes sting. “Thank you,” I whispered against his t-shirt. He held me close and stroked a hand down my ponytail. I breathed him in, stealing a bit of his strength, and then unwound myself from him. He was watching me with a soft look on his face. “Do you think you could greet me like
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