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Evie did the smartest thing she could and switched her routine. Going to the Tuesday night speed-dating on the other side of town was the best way to ensure she never saw Oakley Orion again.
There had been something so shrewd about the way he looked at her, and the way he spoke, as if he knew her, and had a right to talk to her in a familiar way.
No. She couldn’t tolerate that.
The bell rang out and she sat back to pull her phone from her purse to make her notes. The guy who sat down next didn’t say anything… and she kept her head down. Maybe he’d stay quiet for the whole six minutes. Good. Finally, she’d get a break.
“Seems pointless to rate the guys when you don’t stick around at the end to fill out your comments card.”
Oh. Great.
Forcing herself to smile, Evie looked up and
