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Kee stared down at the vague shadow of her clenched hands. Her guts were churning. She hadn’t eaten since this morning, or maybe last night, yet she felt close to puking.
“So, it wasn’t me?”
“What do you mean?” Archie sat so close she could feel the heat of his body as a chill swept into the evening air. If the concrete of the stadium bleachers weren’t re-radiating the day’s heat she’d be downright cold.
“I thought—” Had she been that stupid?
“I thought that you wouldn’t want—” She couldn’t say it.
He didn’t respond. He simply left her the quiet space to get her own s**t together as if that was gonna happen anytime soon. Always the perfect gentleman. It didn’t matter that he was pissed. Pissed and sore. He remained the best man she’d ever met.
“—wouldn’t want someone from the str
