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REID

“I thought you were flying back tomorrow.”

“Got in early,” I say, my voice quieter now that we’re close. “Didn’t feel like waiting another day to see you.”

Her eyes flick up to mine. There’s colour blooming across her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. Not yet.

Then — of course — Garry decides to speak. “Wow. I’m also here, by the way. In case anyone cares.”

I sigh, not even turning. “We don’