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Baited

Baited

Author: Ali Parker
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Chapter 1Ā I Need a Man

Word Count: 1288 Ā Ā Ā |Ā Ā Ā  Released on: 23/11/2023

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a stared her down from across the small table. Rebecca glanced aroun

his weekend if it kills us. I'm stuck at home with four kids

, but I've got some oceanfront prop

beer at five was a must-not-miss event and neither of them did, unless death or some other large-scale occurrence called them f

king? You have tha

beer mug, the waiter walking over to pi

babies." Trisha laughed, her eyes moving to follow

him. We could be

he hell? We'd have to have birthed him when we were ten, for crying out loud." She sat back

ou were a hooker, so you could be his m

in time for Trisha to open her mouth. "You were not a goodie-goodie. Not at all." She looked over at the handsome boy who was holding two beers

e boy before them, who seemed to be quite interested in their conversation. "That's

d of paper, scribbling something before ripping

ca bent over in laughte

ey?" Trisha asked, finally catching h

fun after all these ye

ng Rebecca with nothing to add there, but she did pipe up about work and Jason, their rising-star intern, who'd been with t

ked out to their respective cars, Rebecca's blu

e's twenty-two, Trisha.

t least twenty-six. Is th

te should be in their thirties too." Rebecca pulled her keys out and hit

ink age sho

chool while he was still eating boogers and scrapi

immy still scrapes his kn

o her car. "Yes, well, your husband i

r thirties and men are asleep on the couch at that age." Trisha

was asking for trouble standing outside her car at eleven o'clock at night in the middle of a bar parking l

rsation," she growled, starting the car and cranking up the heater. Lionel Richie'

working people, with tons of restaurants and nightlife nestled into the community. Her thoughts moved quickly from her time with Trisha to

... when was the last time you dated

a

ure husband. She would be comparing him and everyone else to Kade. Kade, the strong football type. The asshole that left her standing alone as he headed for the big life. Hollywood had been so much more imp

ill just as ever-present in this moment as it had be

looking at herself with a stern glare. "Yes, you w

to get picked for the kickball team and coming in dead last. It wasn't because the rest of the kids were saving the best for last, it was because you couldn't play the game. So those guys who were still sing

an only nine years older than her Daddy. He was a great guy and definitely looked older than her mother did, so gr

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