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Gemma almost laughed. The question was absurd.

She shot him a look of pure mockery.

"Gideon, you've held onto the ghost of Brooke for years. Don't pretend you don't know exactly how much it matters."

He released her abruptly, tugging at his collar in a gesture of sheer frustration.

"Brooke and I just crossed paths again. It wasn't some long-awaited reunion."

He'd agreed to bake her a blueberry cak