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Maybe it was pathetic.
But with a guy like that, sometimes you have to spell it out.
“Hey, David?” I said as soon as his dad got him to the phone. “I’m really sorry, but I think I left something in your car. Would it be possible for you to come back?”
“What did you leave?”
I’d already thought of that. “It’s . . . kind of embarrassing. I think it must have slipped out of my pocket under the seat or something. Would you . . . I’m really sorry, but can you come back?”
It gave me time to brush my teeth and put on a warmer top. I could have used a shower, too, since my time with Louisa and Alex had me sweating right through my clothes, but I just freshened up my deodorant and let it go at that.
I waited for him outside. I sort of had a plan, but I was also willing to wing it.
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