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Chapter Fifty-Five “Miguel, hey, man.” I said, moving closer to him. He watched me, his lips pressed together and a guarded expression in his eyes. It seemed that my leaving hadn’t just hurt Olivia, but him as well. “Nick.” He said, lifting up the cup of coffee and taking a long sip before he spoke again. “Why are you here and not at Livie’s place?” “I, um, I needed to talk to Micheal,” I said, looking away from him. “When I came back after I had rejected Olivia, I saw them together and, well, I assumed-” “You’re a dumbass, bro.” He growled, his fist moved lightning fast and he popped me in the shoulder. “Livie and Micheal were never together, he stepped up to help her out.” “I know that, now. It’s just I saw them… He was smiling at her, touching her stomach. She hadn’t called or an