Moving On

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Cursing herself for not having left before the group turned to face the doors and her, Ava dipped her head and rifled through her bag like she was looking for something, glad that she was partially hidden behind a weight machine. She could only hope that they would all go in their separate directions and she could escape without being spotted. “Mind if we hang around and watch?” Thomas asked. “Nah, you’ve gotta work off those cannolis, remember,” Liam said. “Right,” Ava’s brother muttered. “Speaking of which, Charlotte, when you’re done kicking ass here, I seriously think you should make another batch of those. They might be the best I’ve ever eaten.” “You can thank Marcus’s gran for the recipe,” Charlotte replied, and Ava’s hands paused. “Tell her the recipe is amazing,” she said t

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