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Taylor

You can also take the Bronco.

Where are you right now?

Magnolia

Just stepped off the elevator in the lobby.

Taylor

Don’t move.

I paused just outside the elevator, glancing around the main lobby before shifting toward the sitting area in the center.

“Mags!”

Taylor’s voice rang through the space, and I turned just in time to see him jogging down the hall, his shoes squeaking against the polishedlinoleum.

“What are you doing?” I asked, laughing as he came to a stop in front of me.

His mouth quirked at the corners, and my heart flipped.

He was in green scrubs, his hair slightly mussed from his sprint down the hallway, and worst of all—he was wearing those godforsaken glasses today. Every single inch of him called to every cell in my body.

“Bringing you these.” He pulled his keyring from his pocket and held it out. “You going to the house, or back to the manor?”

The house.

Never,ever, his house.

Was now the time to tell him?

Once again, it was on the tip of my tongue, but before I could get the words out, the overhead speaker crackled to life.

“Doctor Hallows, you’re needed in the ER. Doctor Hallows to the ER.”

“Shoot. Sorry, baby, I gotta run. Text me, okay?”

He pressed the keys into my hand, tugging me into his arms for a quick hug. Then, with a soft kiss to my cheek, he turned and jogged back down the hall.

But before he got too far, the words tumbled from my lips.

“The house.”

He turned mid-step, his smile spreading slow and wide, and my knees damn near buckled.

Then, with a wave and a wink, he disappeared around the corner.

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Will it keep?

Magnolia

Imusthavesatin the driveway for at least ten minutes, staring at the front door with the house key Taylor had given me dangling from my pointer finger.

I knew it worked—I’d used it whenCharCutiehad been destroyed. But something about using it now felt bigger. Weightier. Choosing to come here instead of going to the manor was huge for me. I’d spent more time in that house than I had out of it. And though this was what I wanted, making myself get out of the car was proving harder than I expected.