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... ing through quarterly reports, pretending to focus while my wolf paced under my skin.
Numbers bored him. Meetings infuriated him. But I forced both of us to sit still.
My phone vibrated once on the table. I ignored it. Then it vibrated again and again. The receptionist would never call me repeatedly unless something was wrong.
I lifted the phone, glanced at the screen, and froze.
East Street Preschool calling.
My chest tightened. Ashley.
I answered ...
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