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I grabbed a spoon from the utensil drawer and pushed it into the frozen yogurt. “Are you okay?” I asked her in a low voice.

“I’m not made of fucking porcelain,” she snapped. She stood up and tossed her yogurt in the trash. “Don’t ever ask me that again.”

“Cassidy.”

She was on her way out of the room but paused when I said her name. I searched my mind for something to tell her, some apology I could make that would smooth everything over but I’d never been great with words.

Anyway, who the fuck was I kidding?

This wouldn’t be smoothed over.

Cassie and I could never be friends. All the simmering sexual tension between us would always get in the way. It was better to just let her leave the room, to let her go.

So that’s exactly what I did.

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