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his footsteps fading into

why she expect

tterly impossible to ignore. He had walked away without a second glance, as if

pulse was s

in an attempt to shake off the te

family, whatever frustration he ca

ar too long. The book in her hand felt unfamiliar, like she had picked it up without

arm as she explained a story's plot. A group of teenagers laughed at something on a phon

d to feel just

to Nolan-his sharp gaze, the way his smirk had faltered for

t it ma

on to be standing around thinking about a man w

er way through the mall's shifting crowd, a

re if she had