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“It would probably be weird if I wore a hoodie to a club,” she explained, though she wasn’t sure why. Obviously Hawthorne knew what kind of attire to expect at a club if he’d dressed accordingly himself. “But if you wanted to,” he said, clearing his throat. “You’d look no less beautiful.”

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She could have lied to herself and said that the little intake of breath she heard from Hawthorne didn’t lift her mood, but what was the point? She was already broody enough without piling more on top of it.

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“I want to dance with you,” he said in that same low tone. “Please?” “Alright,” she whispered back. “Do you need help with anything?” “No, I…I’ll just…be back.”

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“Hallie,” Hawthorne said patiently, voice pitched lower in a croon, “we should go. Whether anyone else shows up or not.” She was furious to feel tears in her eyes. Knew that there was no way Hawthorne didn’t see them.

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