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you fix it when you’re able.”
He studied her as if weighing every word. “So… one night?”
“One night,” she said. “We get warm. We leave in the morning. We don’t touch anything that isn’t ours. Understand?”
He nodded once.
They started walking.
The road up to Blackthorn Lodge was steep and half-buried. Pine branches sagged heavy with snow, brushing their continue reading …
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