Offside With You
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Rory Jacques has spent most of her life in the Prescott house.
Best friends with Grace Prescott since childhood, she's practically family - skating on backyard rinks, sitting at the Prescott dinner table, growing up alongside Grace and her older sister.
Maisie Prescott has always known exactly who Rory is.
The loud one.
The fearless one.
The girl everyone falls a little bit in love with.
But after time apart, Rory shows up again - older, sharper, impossible to ignore.
And suddenly the way she looks at Maisie feels different.
Too long.
Too intense.
Too dangerous.
Because some lines should never be crossed.
Especially when it's your best friend's sister.
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