I really didn’t see this coming. I knew Alec lived in North Carolina. That he would help me move, that if I ever wanted tickets to a hockey game, I could probably text him and he’d hook me up. I did not expect to follow him through Harvest Hollow to his house, where I will be staying for the next few days, possibly even longer depending on how long it takes to dry out my rental. Not that I’m surprised Alec offered. He’s always been a good guy. It was, admittedly, a tiny gut punch to hear him refer to me as a sister, especially right after the hug to rival all hugs. Wrapping my arms around
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