Chapter Seventeen
Hannah
Work was even more boring after the weekend. Then Marcy showed up at my cube.
“Men suck.”
“Sometimes.” I kept typing.
“You’re lucky you don’t have a boyfriend, Hannah.”
“Uh-huh.” Come on, take the hint…
“I need girl time. Come out with me Friday.”
“I don’t do the bar scene, Marcy.”
“Please?” she whined.
“Can we talk about this later? I have a lot of work to do.”
“Fine.” In a huff of blonde waves and candy perfume, she stomped away.
Sighing, I reminded myself about that quest for new friends. Maybe I’d find a book club.
At my break, I went to the corner deli instead of the lunchroom, hoping to be alone.
I was halfway through my turkey-on-wheat—no salsa—when someone kissed my neck from behind. “Mmm, how did you find me?” Not Mike’s cologne. “Ugh, get of
