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Brooke
I loved Addy, don’t get me wrong, but tonight, I couldn’t help wishing she were anywhere but Aaron’s half-finished kitchen. When she’d invited herself over for dinner, complete with food from my favourite Italian restaurant in Coos Bay, I couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough to stop her. Telling the truth—that I wanted to spend the entire evening naked with Luca—obviously wasn’t an option. Addy just wasn’t great at keeping secrets. Oh, she tried, but they had a habit of slipping out of her mouth at the most inopportune moments.
So here we were. Fully clothed and getting ready to eat black truffle and pecorino triangoli—which seemed to be triangular ravioli rather than square—that she’d reheated in the microwave.
“Steve?” she said. “You really think it could have been S
