“You know, Tessa, I have a few friends in Seattle. I can see about getting you a place before Monday, if you’d like,” Ken offers. “No,” Hardin says quickly. I look over at him. “Actually, I would like that,” I say and meet Ken’s reflected gaze. “Otherwise I’ll be spending a fortune staying at a hotel until I can find a place.” Hardin waves his dad off. “It’s fine. I’m sure Sandra will call her back.” That’s strange, I think and look at him. “How’d you know her name?” I ask.
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