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ADELINE

Reid watches me walk into Katya’s building like he’s sending his kid off to boarding school. Like he’s still half-ready to circle back and kidnap me.

We’d grabbed ice cream after the speakeasy, but it got late fast — and he has practice tomorrow — so I’d practically shoved him into driving me home. He spent the ride working in every excuse to remind me that I have a spare key to his place.