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He turned to her. His hand found hers — cold fingers interlacing.

She looked down at him. For a moment, she was seventeen again — reckless, hungry for something she couldn't name. MissaX.21.02.12.Aila.Donovan.Kit.Mercer.Slide.P...

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The property was worse than she remembered. The cedar shake roof sagged like an old spine. The slide — that ridiculous, beautiful, dangerous slide they'd built one reckless summer — loomed above the trees, its entrance hidden by brambles. For a moment, she was seventeen again —

Aila almost smiled. Almost. They sat in the main room, where the fireplace hadn't been lit in years. The rain played a soft percussion on the roof. Kit poured two fingers of bourbon into dusty glasses.