“Besides, Damon doesn’t care if I look-as long as I’m bending over for him every night, he’s good with it.” “What are you, my mother?” But she can’t keep her eyes on me for long, not while that walking wall of sexy is standing at the register ordering coffee and scones. “Nat,” I say, placing my drink back on the table, “you have a boyfriend-do I need to constantly remind you?” “He’s gorgeous,” she says staring off toward the guy who just got in line. Natalie sits across from me with her elbows propped on the little round table, chin in one hand. I shake my head and pull my iced latte toward me, strategically placing my lips on the straw. NATALIE HAS BEEN TWIRLING that same lock of hair for the past ten minutes and it’s starting to drive me nuts. To lovers and dreamers and anyone who hasn’t truly experienced either. Other names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons living or deceased, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part and in any form.Ĭover photo by Jasmina from The Vetta Collection. Any references to real people, historical events, or real locales are used fictitiously.
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