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“That’s not what I meant.”

A faint shift touches the corner of his mouth. He understands exactly what I meant.

I glance back toward the porch where Nate is still shaking hands under camera flashes. “I didn’t know you were involved with Southern Stars.”

“I support a few local charities,” he says. “This one came across my desk.”His mouth shifts. “I didn’t realize the connection until I got here.”

"I didn't think you were,” I say. "That's generous of you to donate. This was our grandfather's foundation. I'm not sure if you knew."

“I didn't.” His gaze doesn’t waver. “That makes it even more special.”

The week between us presses into the silence that follows. I told myself distance would make this easier. It hasn’t.

We both start to speak at the same time.

“Sorry,” I say automatically.

He huffs a quiet laugh. “You first.”

I hesitate, then decide honesty is cleaner than choreography. “I thought you might text again.”

He watches me carefully. “You said you couldn’t.”

“And that was enough?”

“I don’t push,” he says simply. “If someone steps back, I assume they mean it.”

There’s no ego in it. No accusation. Just a fact.

I swallow. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Something shifts in his expression. Not relief. Not victory. Just awareness.

“Good,” he says quietly.

I look away briefly, watching a couple cross the street toward their car. The crowd is thinning out now. When I turn back to him, the distance between us is thinner, even though neither of us has moved.

“I could use a drink,” I say, keeping my tone even. “If you have time.”

He watches me for a second as if confirming that I’m certain.

“I have time,” he answers.

“Masquerade is a block up,” I say. “If you’re up for a walk. I just need to grab my bag.”

His gaze lingers just long enough to make my pulse climb. “Lead the way.”

ELEVEN

Keller

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Quinn stepsaway from the crowd and heads toward a bench near the foundation building where she left her bag. She pauses with Nate long enough for him to nod and flash that easy, political grin before waving her off.

I stay where I am, hands in my pockets, and watch.

When she comes back, her bag slung over her shoulder, we fall into step without discussing it. The noise from the event fades behind us. Her shoulders loosen, and then mine follow. I leave my jacket open and let the evening air cut through the last of the heat.