sleep in. How he’d looked curled up on his side, hugging his pillow in the bed next to hers.

“I think maybe I do,” she said, not just admitting it to Jen, but to herself.

“Whoa,” Jen said.

“Yeah,” Beth said.

“So, what are you going to do?”

She reached for Nate’s shirt, lifting it up to peer underneath it at the clock on her nightstand. “I guess I’m going to get ready.”

“Where are you guys going?” Jen asked.

“I’m not telling you that,” Beth giggled.

“Dammit!” Jen cursed. “You better call me and tell me what happens.”

“It could just be nothing,” Beth said.

“Or it could be the start of something!” Je...

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