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“Yeah. She broke it off with Stavros…but you probably already know that.” I didn’t, but I’m glad I do now. Makes things less complicated if he doesn’t come up with the money for Max. “You’re having a girls’ night?” “We ordered pizza. Opened a bottle or two of wine. So yes, I guess that means we’re having a girls’ night. What are you up to tonight?” I drag a hand through my hair, lean my head back against the headrest, and close my eyes. My voice soft, I say, “Wishing I had my face buried between your sweet thighs.” She must hear the longing in my tone, all the longing and desperate need, because her voice grows worried. “Are you okay?” I answer truthfully. “No.” Her voice rises. “What’s wrong?” “I left something in California.” “What?” “My heart, baby. My cold, dead, worthless hea
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