There’s one guy who messes me up. Every time I remember him, I go on a day-drinking bender. Twice a year like clockwork. And the worst part? I never even dated him.
The doubly worst part?
He showed up at the same reunion party. I have a deadline to save my career, a desperate Hail Mary to keep my publisher from dropping me, but all I really want is to sit around with Duke Coleman and pretend I didn’t lose my chance with him a decade ago.
The triply worst part?
It’s looking suspiciously like I didn’t lose my chance at all.
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