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After work the next day, Poppy looked for signs Turner had been working in the apartment. She couldn’t find any. Every time she thought about him, mortification overtook her again, so she pushed him out of her mind and fought off her disappointment.
The day after that was one of her off days. Just in case he wanted to work, and bring his friends, she got up early, tidied up, and went to the spa.
There were just some habits that she couldn’t kick. Knowing she was saving such a mint on rent and utilities, it seemed okay to spend a day trying to wash away her woes. Funny how she’d thought the aggravation of finding an apartment was the worst stress she’d experience. Men were so much more complicated. Romance was the real stress. Some of it was familiar; it wasn’t like she’d never dated
