Chapter 118

  Elena's POV

  "I still cannot believe you have a fireplace," I said, tilting my wine glass toward the far wall.

  Claire didn't even look up from the last box she was unpacking.

  "It's gas."

  "I don't care what kind," I said, waving her off. "It still counts."

  Jenna laughed from the kitchen do...

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