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Hey,” Hudson says, and his smile matches the one Piper gave me earlier. “You’re one of us now. We’ve got you.” His words buoy me toward something I can’t quite describe. Gratefulness, maybe? Appreciation? The start of a friendship and letting myself think I can get comfortable in a place that feels so unfamiliar? The sensation strengthens when Maverick nods his head, his eyes locked on mine, and adds, “Yeah, Hartwell. We’ve got you.
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Chelsea Curto (Face Off (D.C. Stars, #1))