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Nothing would come of it.
She was not that sort of girl.
They barely knew each other.
She was twenty years his junior.
And yet...
And yet, when their paths crossed, she felt awkward but so deliciously warm inside. Hesitant smiles met respectful gazes. His eyes, pale and piercing, captured her attention, haunting her for days. Conversations were brief but treasured.
It was like it had been with Neal all over again, and yet... not. How could she compare the two?
A mild nudge broke her reverie. “You look happy,” her friend said, eyebrow raised.
Kel looked up and smiled softly. “I'm just having a good week.”