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“Hey, I ordered Thai, and I’m putting onThe Walking Dead. Hurry up with the wine, would ya?” Laura hollers over her shoulder.

“Perfect. White it is, then.” I pull two glasses from the cupboard and a Riesling from the fridge, making my way to the couch.

“Don’t get any ideas, Hooker. This is not a Netflix and chill situation.”

“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll keep all the Chunky Monkey to myself. No point wasting that if I’m not gettin’any.”

Laura’s eyes go wide.“You wouldn’t!”

I raise an eyebrow in response.

“God, you would, wouldn’t you?” I grin, and she pulls a face before walking off in the direction of my bathroom, muttering something that sounds a hell of a lot like“whore” under her breath.

“It’s a good thing I have two tubs in the freezer, then,” I yell after her.

“Bitch,” she mutters loudly.

I chuckle to myself and check my phone, hopefully for the last time before Laura catches on.

J: So that’s the reason?

V: Yep.

J: No other reason?

V: If I tell you the other reason, will you stop harassing me so I can go back to TWD?

J: HA. I knew you liked it.

V: Yeah, yeah.

V: It helps eliminate those pesky things called feelings. So clients don’t get emotionally attached.

J: And you?

V: Haven’t you learned by now? I don’t do emotional. Or attachments. Now, lemme get back to Daryl. This season is just getting good.

J: Fine, fine.

J: You know he dies at the end, right?

V: WHAT?????

He lied.

Chapter Thirteen

My head shakes and a snicker escapes me as I descend the archway steps, taking in the low-slung dark shorts and tightly-fitted gray sweatshirt clinging to the fine specimen at the bottom of them. My memory hasn’t done him justice these past few weeks. I’m a tiny bit giddy at the sight of him.

“You know it’s rude to stalk people, right? This is what, the second or third time?”

“Second. I think. Besides, I was here first, and it’s not like you’re here every weekend.”

“I was out of town last weekend. Were you here?”

“Maybe.”

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