The ticket cost was all I could manage, though a signed Led Zeppelin record has caught my eye. Rob would kill for this. “I knew that one would gain your interest,” a deep voice says from behind me. I can practically feel Dylan’s touch, but when I turn around, he’s not as close as I thought. “If I could afford it, I’d definitely be interested. Only not for me—for Cory’s dad. I kind of owe him, big time.” Dylan shakes his head and takes a step closer to me. My body heats at our proximity. “For taking you in?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he leans forward to speak directly
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