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“Riv,” I start, reaching for him, but he just shakes his head, leaving. I watch him go, my heart sinking. Cole mutters something in Swedish, kisses me hard on the cheek, and disappears too. It’s just me and Eli, holding each other in the middle of the lounge.
Three Swedish Mountain Men
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