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Cameron stood at the front door of Ryan’s house, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the porch. She had known the family for years, practically grew up in this house, but today felt different. There was a tension in the air, a charge she couldn’t ignore. The package in her hands—some stupid gift Danielle had left at her place—was just an excuse. She wanted to see Ryan. Wanted to do more than see him. She knocked, her heart pounding. When Ryan opened the door, his shirt clinging t