“What did you guys talk about?” I asked. Wit’s fingers mingled with mine. “What do you think we talked about?” “I don’t know,” I said. “Tulane?” “No, Tulane didn’t come up,” Wit replied. “While I was watching your sister not eat her salad, she couldn’t stop talking about you.” My stomach dropped. “What?” “‘You need to meet my sister,’” he said. “‘You would love her, Stephen. She’s so many things, but really a combination of adorable and acerbic. All your jokes I only laughed at? Meredith would’ve had killer comebacks instead. I bet you two could go back and forth for hours.’” I slowed my pace.
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Claire knew they were meant to be
