Page 147 of Fostering Chemistry
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“What?” I asked.
Hailey nodded. “I had no idea he was a student, let alone at Langley.”
“Me either!”
“Who?” If someone didn’t start talking soon, they were going to wind up wearing a cinnamon-scented beverage.
Tori pushed the phone back. “Your boss is currently in a car with—and is going to spend the next month with—none other than our favorite internet cooking instructor.”
“What?”
“He’s the shirtless chef,” Hailey explained.
“What? No. Wait…” I opened the picture again. Squinted. And gasped.
Holy shit, they were right. Suddenly, Zoe’s internship looked a hell of a lot more interesting. Whatever she was getting herself into, I wished her luck.
