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Claire knew exactly where he was going with this and chose not to follow. “Clearly. Well. Give everyone my—” love, she started to say “—best. And have a good night. All of you.”

“You, too,” he said, his gaze locked on hers. And she thought, Hell.

Because, as she zipped out to her car, the thought nagged that despite what she’d wanted to see—to believe—about things easing between them … had they really? If they’d truly settled into friendship—which was the only logical choice, given the circumstances—why had that conversation felt like a pair of shoes that didn’t fit?

“Don’t even bother answering that,” she muttered to the universe.

Which was probably laughing its damn ass off.

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Jersey Boys:

Born … raised … and ready.