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IF THE SHOE FITS
I pace a little, trying to exorcise my anticipation. I can’t believe how worked up I am about seeing her! Grabbing one of Darcy’s mice, I toss it and laugh as he goes barreling after it only to flop on the floor beside the toy and clean a front foot. Fool. We play until he veers off and jumps onto the couch for a nap. Lazy butt.
Unable to think of anything else to do, despite feeling restless, I grab my e-reader. But it’s a steamy novel and I get sucked in. So much so that the opening door surprises me—I must have lost track of time. Jo walks in with her eyes flashing red and her nostrils flaring. My breath snags, wondering which version stands in the doorway: the one I love, or the one I fear.
“Chérie, what is this gift you have for me? Sitting there, looking so se
