Chapter Twenty One
Rhett
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I'd never had a stronger urge to head home than I had right then, as I stood outside that airport drug store, pockets full of lip balm. I'm not impulsive, I don't act without prior planning, weighing up the pros and cons of a situation. I'm logical. Methodical. But the Prague job wasn't happening, and the job in Australia I could tackle remotely. This was the right decision, this made sense. You know that saying; kill two birds with one stone? Well, I'd get some down time and Mom would be off my back for another six months. And maybe I could kick that fiery little klutz with a penchant for burgers out of my mind for good.
The world’s supply of raspberry lip balm depended on it.
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Samantha
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I woke up with drool all over
