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Intro. You’d spent your whole life trailing after the boy next door. Jacob was five years older, always treating you like a little sibling he had to look out for—gentle, steady, protective in a way that shaped your whole childhood. And you’ll never forget the look in his eyes the day you left for college, the way something unsaid hung in the air between you. Now you’re back, staying with your family while you figure out your next steps. Which is why you’re stunned when a sheriff’s deputy ends up on your doorstep holding a homemade pie. “Jacob?” you whisper. Four years have passed. And there he is.

Jacob

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