Page 417 of Talk Swoony to Me

Paige releases another pitiful sound, but it’s stronger and more amused than before. “Yeah,” she admits. “I am.”

“Yeah?”

“The characters are pretty wild.”

I shift up to sit taller. “Right?”

“I don’t even know what to even think of the maid so far.”

“Oh, just wait,” I say, smiling. “She gets better.”

“Don’t spoil it for me!”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Are you enjoying your book so far?” she asks. “Other than all that nasty porn, I mean.”

I chuckle. “You know what? I think I am.”

“You hate it.”

“No, I don’t! Really! It’s a lot more fun than I thought it’d be. I’m glad I picked it up.”

“What part are you at?”

I smirk. “Richard just showed up at her place in the middle of the night.”

Paige stays quiet for a long second. “Oh, yeah?”

“I must say, he’s got some good lines.”

She chuckles. “He does!”

“I might need to take a few notes.”

“Well, if you’re going to take notes from a romance hero, Richard Wells is a good place to start. I mean, he is exactly... well...”

I raise a brow. “He’s very what?”

“Nothing,” she blurts. “I just realized that I was about to reveal something very personal about myself. Thought twice.”

“Eh, go ahead,” I say, more than a little interested.

“No, no. I shouldn’t.”

“Friends reveal personal details about themselves to friends all the time.”

“Okay, yeah. Sure...”

“And I told you about my love of porn, so...” I smile as she laughs, “you might as well just let it out.”

“Well, that’s not fair. Everyone loves a little porn.”

I laugh. “I’m going to remember you said that.”

“Okay, well...” She softly clears her throat. “Richard is… my dream guy, basically.”

“Your dream guy is an unemployed alcoholic?”

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