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Taylor had rehearsed what she’d say to Jack a thousand tia Now that she ith hiether

Maybe his haircut and being clean-shaven had thrown her She’d never seen hi, but she missed his tousled, I don’t care look

He wore his khaki shorts and a T-shirt—one of his Rockin’ Ty for her arrival and what she wanted to tell hied that she’d torn free of her chrysalis and eed a different wos until Rockin’ Tyme

Until Jack

He’d encouraged her to spread those wings and take flight, teaching her to trust in herself and soar His voice hadn’t overridden hers but had instead encouraged her, lifted her No matter what happened, no matter what he said, she would be fine, would continue to fly

She’d just fly higher with him beside her

“You here for the tough-guy competition tomorrow?”

She laughed at the absolute absurdity of her coh for that You?”

He grinned “Working medical”

“What’s next for you, Jack?”

He hesitated to answer and she wondered if he’d tell her to mind her own business, that he didn’t want her to know his schedule or showing up where he was

“I’ve a little tias for a feeeks”

“I’ve never been to Las Vegas” Yeah, that had been wistfulness in her voice

His brow arched