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12 HARPER Cam: Where are you? My brother’s text ruined my morning. His three words had me distracted, and I offered nothing to the meeting I was in. When my colleagues had turned to me for a response, I’d offered a fake smile and blamed my lack of focus on jet lag. I had slept after I’d talked with Reed, surprisingly, but morning had come too quickly. The three cups of coffee I’d had did nothing to make me alert. But one text from Cam had my mind spinning, my heart pounding. Even if I put my head down on the table, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep. I refused to respond. There was no need. Cam didn’t know where I was, couldn’t touch me. Cam: Your apartment is dark. I clenched my phone when the second text came through a few hours later. We’d just returned from lunch at the nearby pu