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“She’s quick,” Richard noted.

“She’s trouble,” I muttered.

Sadie’s smirk widened. “That’s what they say.”

Marlene patted my arm. “You could use a little trouble, sweetheart. Lord knows you’ve been working too much.”

I shot my mother a look, but she was already turning back to Sadie.

“So,” Marlene continued, clasping her hands together, “how do you like it here, honey? Medford treating you well?”

Sadie hesitated, and for a second, I thought she might give the same half answer she’d given me earlier. But then her expression shifted.

“I do like it here,” she admitted. “More than I expected to. I mean, I spent some years here as a teenager, but this is… well, different.”

Marlene beamed. “That’s wonderful! I can already tell you that Medford likes you, too!”

Now that was true.

But would it be enough to make Sadie stay?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Sadie

A few more days had passed, andThe Foundry was a pressure cooker of emotions—some simmering, some boiling over, and some (okay, mine) teetering dangerously close to making a mess all over the floor.

I tried to stay focused on work, but my brain? Yeah, it had other plans.

Like replaying the nights I’d spent with Kai and Samuel on an endless loop.

The way Kai had looked at me like I had always been his.

The way Samuel had kissed me, slow and deep, like he was trying to rewrite my DNA.

It was a lot.

Too much.

I needed a distraction, and preferably one that didn’t involve intense eye contact and life-altering tension.

Unfortunately, that ruled out both of them.

And then there was Adam.

If Samuel and Kai were walking storms whose emotions were hard to read at the best of times, Adam was a perfect, no-pressure summer breeze.

He flirted shamelessly, never pushed, and always made me laugh when I needed it most.

Yeah, we’d kissed, but it never felt like a weight pressing down on me.

“Sadie, can you help Adam with the new delivery?” Samuel’s voice cut through my thoughts like a knife through butter, or maybe through my last bit of self-control. “He’s being too slow.”

“I heard that,” Adam called from the back. “And I’m deeply offended.”

I nodded quickly, wiping my hands on my apron before heading toward the back. I could feel his gaze following me, but I refused to turn around.

The Foundry’s back storage room smelled like flour, spices, and something vaguely metallic… probably from the massive shelves Adam was currently climbing like some kind of reckless daredevil.

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