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She'd thought Noah had changed from the curmudgeon of weeks ago, but his frown was back.
No. One closer inspection of his face, she could see the real hurt he was trying to hide.
What was going on?
And then it was too late, because Iris and Callum were upon them.
"Jilly, what's going on—?" Iris's question was cut off as she gasped softly.
Noah went tense beside her, a bowstring waiting to snap.
"Noah." It was the way Callum grated out the name, hoarse and distorted, that broke him.
He strode off without another word.
