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CHARLOTTE “Looks like nature delights in letting us cross paths,” a familiar voice said behind me. I turned around and locked gazes with Thiago. “That’s such a poetic way to say it,” I replied as a smile formed at the corners of my lips before turning away. I had just gotten off the plane and was trying to stop a taxi to take me to the hotel. “You think so?” he inquired as some men picked up his luggage and walked towards a black SUV. I resisted the urge to ask why he had people following him around and decided to focus on getting to a nice hotel room. The last thing I needed was a conversation I was trying to avoid, but I turned around and chuckled. “No. I think it’s corny.” He chuckled in response and stepped in front of me, hailing an oncoming taxi. “I would’ve offered you a ride,