Chapter 58
The Hole was crowded with the five o’clock regulars. Annie spotted Mark at a booth at the far end of the bar.
As she’d threaded through the groups of patrons and tables, she could only see a portion of him. He wasn’t looking in her direction.
“Mark.” The voice was low, throaty, sexy and familiar. Annie stopped—dead. Somebody stepped on her heel and excused themselves. But she barely recognized the intrusion.
“Mark, why don’t we start all over again? I never should have left you in the first place.”
“I’ll say,” Mark replied.
Annie remained frozen to the spot.
The voice belonging to Laura Campbell purred. “Well, it didn’t turn out so badly did it? After all, it made me realize where my priorities lie. Right here. And it made you appreciate me all the more. Right?”
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