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“That’s what you’re wearing?” Jackson asked with raised brows as Lara walked into the living room the night of Dean’s birthday. He paused the video game he was playing with his brother and flicked his eyes over her critically. “Damn, Lara,” Adam said appreciatively, a wolf whistle following shortly after. “You look great.” On Tuesday morning, Jackson and Adam’s mom had received news that her father had been in a serious car accident and was in the D.C. pack hospital. Their mom and dad had gotten on a plane to D.C. within hours and had asked that Adam stay with Jackson and Lara until they got back to Boston since he wasn’t eighteen yet. Jackson’s grandfather was recovering well and they were planning to leave D.C. on Monday morning, something that Lara wasn’t sure if she was excited abo