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Something was changing between him and Suzanne. Josh knew it, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Usually, at this point in his involvement with a woman, he’d be itching for the exit. He kept waiting for that moment to come—the moment when he started making travel plans, or booking tickets, or writing the “it’s been fun, but…” speech.
It didn’t come. He didn’t want to say goodbye to Suzanne—the opposite. He wanted to spend more time with her. More, and more, and more. It wasn’t just the wildly intense s****l connection between them, or the fun they had just talking and hanging out. The suspicion was growing inside him that this was something completely different from anything else he’d ever shared with a woman. Sure, they’d both agreed they were “on the same page”—a page that didn’t
