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I slept hard, until well past noon. Then I got up, threw on a sweatshirt and joggers, and looked for Andrea. The bus with the first wave of retreat attendees was arriving at seven p.m., and I wanted to be sure to catch her prior to a week of nonstop activity.
I found her sitting at her computer in the kitchen, perched on a bar stool, as stunning as ever – her hair swept casually into a bun atop her head, her cheekbones a perfect blush pink, an oatmeal-colored sweater dress draped over her slender frame. When she saw me, she removed her reading glasses and placed them next to the computer.
‘Are you okay?’ she asked, a deep crease forming between her eyebrows.
‘When did you talk to Tyler about my s****l preferences?’ I asked her. My fingers, buried deep in the pockets of my hoodie, we
