Romance
Memory
“What’ll it be, miss? Sunset? Island vacation?” “Nothing like that. I want to browse the back room.” I can tell I’ve shocked him. “What? A nice girl like you?” I force myself to meet the salesman’s eyes. “I’ve got money. Cash.” I slide the bills across the counter before I can change my mind. The…
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She stood near the bar, talking to a guy wearing a suit worth more than I make in a month. Her hair was wound up tight in a bun, except for one blond wisp trailing down the back of her neck. That rebel curl said everything. Lawyers everywhere. A big conference. The banquet had let…
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He was working the espresso machine – his head came up when I ordered. I guess not too many customers ask for triple venti half-sweet non-fat caramel macchiatos. He glanced over. I wanted to run. The last time I’d seen him, we’d both been naked. His eyes flicked over my body before returning, expressionless, to…
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I was living rough when I met her. Down on my luck, no place or person to call my own. How the hell had my life gotten so bad? Couldn’t tell you, exactly. Just a long, long string of bad luck. Could’ve happened to anyone. Could’ve happened to you. “You must be hungry,” she said.…
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