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“What happened?”

His hands move to my calves, and I nearly fly off the bed when he presses into a particularly tender spot. “Sorry,” he murmurs, smoothing over it with a whisper-soft touch. “She left.”

“You were in love with her.” I squeeze my eyes shut at the tug of jealousy those words bring. To be loved by Brayden Jackson. I wonder if she had any idea how lucky she was