5
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“I think Mr. Tall, silver and mysterious has a crush on you.” My bestie fiddled with the lid on the bronze ice bucket in our room, spinning it same as a top. She whispered in hushed, excited tones, “Do you like him back?”
We’d passed the thirty-year mark, but that didn’t mean we acted like grown-ups.
Normally, I loved being goofy with my best friend. But right now, I wasn’t feeling silly.
Noah said Brad broke into our apartment. As it happened, a silver-haired knight in shining armor showed up out of the blue.
Not to mention coming to my rescue before that when I about kicked it from eating grilled scallops.
“Gigi, he’s our boss and we barely met him. Do I find him attractive? Yes. Does that mean we’re dating material? No.” I circled the couch where my friend now sat, sipping
