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“What?” Stacia asked, whipping around. It was her turn for shock to register all over her face.
Woods glanced back with them and jumped nearly a foot in the air, hastily pushing himself away from Stacia. “Madison,” he practically squeaked.
“What are you doing here?” Stacia demanded.
She might not like Madison right now, but she did feel guilty that Madison had seen her with Woods like that. They’d just been joking, but the look of hurt and horror on Madison’s face said she didn’t know that.
“Hey, guys,” Madison said. Her voice was small and pained. “Derek.”
“Mads,” he said, tipping his head at her.
“S”—Madison straightened her shoulders, seemingly deciding to push forward—“I heard you were home.”
“From who?” Stacia asked.
“I…what? Why does it matter?” she asked carefully.
“Well
