“Rough day?” “Don’t get me started.” My shoulders slumped, and I pushed out a breath before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in for a quick, welcoming hug. “Hands off my girl.” Abel’s voice rumbled from the living room. I peered over my shoulder, only to see that he hadn’t taken his eyes off the baseball game on the television screen. How was that possible? Scarlett rolled her eyes and poked her head out of the pantry to shout back to him, “Abel, come on! It’s a platonic side hug, and you know that.” “Yeah, it’s platonic,” I echoed her statement like a small child. “Like I
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