“Mailer and I have a deal that whoever moves out first has to pay the other back for their half of the condo. Just in case one of us gets traded. Or . . . other horrible things that shan’t be named.” “Like a career-ending injury?” He clutched at his chest. “Jesus, woman. You of all people should know you’re not supposed to put that possibility out into the universe.” “Sorry,” she muttered, genuinely chagrined, because he was right. She did know better. She blamed her lack of tact on the topic weighing heavily on her mind. How she’d bring it up. How he would react. “For what it’s worth, you’ve
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