Page 24 of French Kiss

“Oh my God, this is crazy good,” I said.

Josh smiled. “I’m glad you like it.” He turned and started cleaning up, and suddenly felt bad, like I was taking advantage of his good nature by trying to turn the conversation to Maddox. He didn’t complain, but he rarely did.

“Hey, sorry for all the questions,” I said.

“No worries. Is there a reason you’re suddenly interested in the ways of Maddox?”

A part of me wanted to tell him about the late night conversations in the on-call room and the flirtatious things Maddox was always saying to me. Instead, I said nothing. I knew Maddox was wrong for me. He was no different than the guys I used to date in college, and none of those relationships ended well.

Wrong. For. Me.

“No reason. Just a thought that popped into my head.”

I figured, why not lie to even more people?

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