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To the place that meant the most to him, to the place where he was even thinking about buying a second home. My hands shook as Monica tugged my arm, pulling at the phone so she could see the screen. “That man is so irresistible; I can’t stand it,” she said. “First, luggage. Now, a trip.” She leaned up on her elbow to look at me. “You know how huge this is, don’t you? He’s taking things to the next level.” “I don’t know about that,” I whispered. I felt her eyes boring through me, so I turned my head to face her. “But yes”—I swallowed—“it’s huge.” She stared at me silently. “Isn’t this what you want? More from Mr. Delicious? He must be losing his mind over you moving to LA.” “He doesn’t know.” “What? You haven’t told him?” I took a deep breath, and just as I was exhaling, her hand wen
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