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Friday night, Ben went to Barstow’s Brews and played pool with some of the Jupiter Point Hotshots and local firefighters. Moira showed up, celebrating her top-five finish in the 5K. He bought her a beer to celebrate, then maneuvered things so she wound up in a conversation with one of the firefighters. His attraction to her was gone, but he didn’t know how to tell her so. Hopefully, she’d appreciate the fine and studly qualities of Luke McCarthy.
No such luck. On his way back from the restroom, she cornered him. “Where’s my congratulations kiss?” she purred, pressing against him.
He bent down to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head so their lips met. Instantly, he drew back. “Sorry, Moira. This isn’t going to work.”
“It’s your ex, isn’t it? The one who squirted me with her
