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some of it,” Dakota says suddenly.

Come with her? To Michigan?

“Please, Landon. I can’t do this alone.”

Before I can answer, there’s a knock at the door.

“Hardin,” I say. “Hardin’s here for the weekend.”

Dakota peels her body away from mine and finally seems to notice my lack of clothing. “I’ll go.” She leans over and presses her lips to my cheek. “Please think about it. I would leave Monday. I’ll use the weekend to scrounge up some money. Please consider it and let me know by Sunday.”

“Okay.” Too much is going on in my brain for me to say anything more.

Dakota follows me to the door, and when I open it, Hardin’s standing in the doorway, a black duffel bag hanging from his shoulder. His long hair is messy, and he’s taller than I remember. His eyes scan Dakota, then me, and he raises an eyebrow.

“Well, hello, Landon. Delilah.” He walks past us into the apartment.

Dakota’s eyes are swollen, and she doesn’t bother responding. Without another word, she hugs me tight and leaves me standing in the doorway. After a moment of watching her go, I walk inside, closing the door behind me.

A little too loudly for my liking, Hardin asks, “Why was she here? I thought you were fucking the other one?” He tosses his bag onto the couch and walks around the living room, studying every inch like it’s a crime scene.

“I need some advice,” I say with a sigh.

Hardin stops at the chair and touches a pair of Tessa’s pajama pants. His fingers run over the fuzzy material, tracing the edges of the clouds.

“Put some clothes on first. I don’t give advice while someone’s naked. Not with you, at least.”

I roll my eyes and walk back to my bedroom to get dressed and deal with the storm coming my way.

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