"I feel really lucky."
"You worked hard for it." Han's gaze caught hers and held, and an unspoken meaning passed between them.
She had worked hard. She'd earned her success.
And after everything he'd said to her, that last time, his acknowledging it now meant the world.
"Sounds like you've got everything you've ever wanted," Han said. It was still loud enough to be heard but it was also quieter.
So why did her throat catch? Why did it feel like less than the entire truth to nod and say, "Yeah"?
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