Ginger paced in the stables, sure Nate had seen her indicate he should meet her there. She turned and stalled when she saw him framed in the doorway. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, and the way he radiated contriteness from his very being made Ginger’s perfectly prepared speech dry right up.
“Look,” she said. “I’ve kind of had……
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