Page 324 of Playing Dirty

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Somethingshifted.

Not big.

Just alignment.

Like a line connecting two separate dots.

ROWAN

He didn’t reply for a full minute.

Which was new.

Then:

Mason:

Good.

I frowned slightly.

Rowan:

That’s it?

Three dots.

Stopped.

Started again.

Mason:

Yeah.

Mason:

That’s good.

I stared at the screen.

That was the same word he used when I got home safely.

Different situation.

Same instinct.

My phone buzzed again.

Mason:

We’re both going.

That should’ve been obvious.

But it didn’t feel like it.

It felt like confirmation.

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