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“I’m not making any promises,” Ash said before Greta
could speak. “And I call dibs on the biggest bedroom.”
His lips tugged upward in an almost-smile.
“You can have it,” she said. That and Chinese food, and
Quiz Kings, and scrambled eggs and hot summer nights.
And every good thing. “I already marked my territory in the
other one.”
Ash smiled back for a second. Then his face fell serious,

as if he was already in the house and starting that conversa-
tion with Roger—the one that needed to happen. He gave
Greta a nod, squared his shoulders and stepped through
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