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“There it is.”
Micah smiles. “Griffin will let you back in.”
“Thank God.”
The pressure in my chest finally eases enough that I can breathe all the way in.
Micah reaches for my laptop and opens the schedule again. “Show me.”
“What?”
“The month.”
I do.
We go through it.
Not like a crisis.
Like logistics.
Flight out.
Hotel check-in.
Studio days.
The nights Austin's team has dinners planned.
The weekend with nothing scheduled.
“That one,” Micah says.
“What?”
“Come home that weekend.”
I stare at the blank Saturday and Sunday.
“You really want me to?”
He gives me a look.
Right.
Stupid question.
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“We can also come to you if that makes more sense.”
That catches me. “All of you?”
“Maybe not all at once. Ronan might file a complaint if we drag him to another city.”
I laugh.
