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Moira’s week flew by in a blur of events and people. Her schedule was more jam-packed than usual. The upside was that she had plenty to write about and wouldn’t run out of words. The downside was that she hadn’t seen the mystery woman once.
Except for his one lame message, Jimmy hadn’t called or texted or shown up with a pint of ice cream. Not that he’d said he would, but she’d hoped. She wouldn’t have been able to make up the date this week anyway because of her scheduled events either, so it was for the best that he hadn’t called. At least that’s what she kept telling herself.
All she had to do was get through this beach party for another animal shelter. Sunday would be a day off, except for family dinner at her mom’s house. At least once a month, they all had dinner as a family. T
