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“It’s me,” John Carter replied.

“What are you doing here?” Hannah asked, tilting her head. “Didn’t you go back to the villa at Mid-Hill?”

“The faucet was leaking,” he said flatly. “I haven’t lived in this apartment before, so I didn't have the property manager’s number.”

Hannah nodded, processing his words a beat late. “Oh... Are you staying