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Brooke
It was good to be out, and even better because I was with friends. Of course, there was one person missing, and a part of me wanted to be at home so I could spend more time playing with him and my new toy—Luca had studied the operating manual like a pro—but he was in Roseburg following Steve. Combining what I’d learned about Steve while we were dating and the new facts that had come to light since, that meant Luca was either skulking around in the bushes while Steve played World of Warcraft, or he was in a strip club.
I didn’t particularly want to think about that second option. I trusted Luca, but those women all had better boobs than me, and— Stop it, Brooke.
Luca loved me.
He loved me.
“Brooke, what are you drinking?” Aaron asked.
“Diet Coke.”
“No, she’s drinking a pin
