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the wooden table, the sharp sound making t
as a stain on the floor. "That is the timeline. You close that little flower shop of yours, we move to
ddenly looked like cardboard. A sour taste coated the back of
ho treated a first date like a corporate merger. Just this morning, her brother Miles had texted her, nagging her to reach out to his old college roommate, Connor, who was sup
s phone, shoving the
igh-rise living room. "You do not get this in Boston. You
felt too thick to pull into her lungs. She forced the corners
aid, her voice ti
d back, cross
g into a command. "My car is parked out front. A bird ruined th
ushed to her ears, a loud, roaring sound that dro
n. She grabbed the plastic cup of iced Americano sitting be
s mouth moving around words a
lipped h
s, hit Preston squarely in the crotc
is chair tipped backward and slammed into the floor. The ice
. The clinking of spoons and the
iped the cold moisture off her fingers, her hands shak
mpled napkin right
ning a blotchy, ugly red. "Do you know how much t
up her worn leather purse. "Your expen
ed to wa
hand shot out, his thick fin
of her eye, but her feet felt glued to t
clamped down on Pre
d brutal that Preston let
nked, step
dark button-down shirt with no visible logos, but
and her lungs f
brother Miles's
ue, and he did not blink. He looked at the Wall Street analys
s wrist just a fr
ees hitting the edge of the table
nd calm it made the hair on Kittie's arms st
grabbed his leather briefcase with a trembling hand,
She looked at Connor, her mind struggling to connect the quiet guy she barely
her jaw t
er voice cracking. "That was..
s eyes vanished the second he looked at he
reston had just vacated. He sat down, his
, catching the w
ffees, please
was his living room. She slowly sat back
His long index finger began to tap a
ng onto hers. "How are you planni
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