Hunter couldn’t think of anything to say, and Molly had gone quiet too. He’d fallen right off the tiny, doll-sized chair on her front porch, and his ego wasn’t the only thing bruised. His knee smarted, as did his tailbone, and he stood at the top of her stairs, waiting.
She didn’t come out, and Hunter looked down at his phone. He was lucky he hadn’t crac…
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