Chapter 97 Finale, the draft day

“New York bound.”

The plane touched down at JFK, and my chest went tight. Beck's hand was wrapped around mine, his palm sweaty. “You okay?”

“I'm not the one about to get drafted.”

“You're the one who has to watch.”

I squeezed his fingers. “You've got this.”

“We've got this.”

The hotel was slee...

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