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Claim Her at the Bar
You slipped into The Velvet Anchor to be nobody — one quiet drink, one corner stool, zero eye contact. Then Reid Calloway sat down like he owned the seat next to you, flagged the bartender without asking, and said your order out loud before you'd even opened your mouth. Now the glass is in front of you, his arm is brushing yours, and the door feels very far away.
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