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She couldn't keep her eyes off of him, as silly and stupid as that seemed to her. It was silly and stupid. He was her leader. Off limits. Unavailable. And sooooo not her type. Not even for a hookup. Right? Right. Right? Right. Right. Rightrightright.

Then he swooped in with that "be careful out there" sentiment, and Sequoia knew that she really needed to hightail it out of here before... well, you know. And yet, her feet didn't move on their own. She knew she had the ability to move them, but her feet seemed to have a plan of their own.

Sequoia took a step toward him. She didn't ask the question that lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she thought it.

"What if I didn't leave at all?"

She knew that, if she spoke it, there was a chance she would stay here. There was a chance that Mahler would father the children she so desperately wanted for herself. It was a stupid, childish idea. An absurd idea. Right? Rightrightright.