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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “How do I look?” I smiled brilliantly, and batted my eyelashes. “Like you’re ready to knock off his socks and shoes and leave him to walk home on his bare-ass feet,” Grace replied, as only a best friend can. “I was going for ‘crawling home on hands and knees,’ but it will do,” I joked. Okay, half joked. I wanted him to look at me. Really look at me, like he hadn’t in high school. Maybe it was petty. I was doing well for myself. I worked at National Daily magazine’s headquarters here in Norfolk. I owned the part of my apartment the bank didn’t own, which was approximately a fingertip of space in the bathroom. Maybe the whole toilet. I didn’t need to impress any guy. Any but this one. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Grace picked up the lipstick tube and slipped it into my bag. “In case I get tongue-tied?” I asked. “What’s the worst that could happen?” All right, I might march in and declare myself to be the proud owner of a toilet. I’m pretty sure even I wouldn’t be that awkward. ![]()
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