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“How big is his shower?” Halley asked.

“Small,” Maddie said. “Like, coat closet small.”

“Wow.” Stretched out on the couch with a Vernors and a bag of pretzels, Halley blinked. “That’s impressive.”

“I know.” Her feet curled up under her and a beer tucked between her hip and the arm of the chair, Maddie scooped up a handful of popcorn from the bowl in her lap. “It was kind of ridiculous.”

“And hot?”

“Very,” Maddie confirmed. “Except for the bruise on the top of my head.”

“That’s twice now that sex with Spence has left you with a head injury.”

“I know. I was thinking about getting a helmet.”

Halley laughed. “If you do, take a picture of the look on his face when he sees it.”

“He’d think it was hilarious,” Maddie mused. “And probably take it as a challenge.”

“Maybe don’t get a helmet.”

Maddie grinned. “Hey, you didn’t tell me how the interview went yesterday.”

“Terrible,” Halley said with scowl. “They’re only offering half of what I was asking, I would’ve had to pay for parking, and the guy talked to my tits the whole time.”

“Ugh. Sorry, sweetie.”

“So is my bank account.”

“Do you have any other interviews lined up?”

“One next Friday,” Halley said, but she didn’t sound excited about it. “I’m not sure I’m going to keep it, though.”

“How come?”

Halley grimaced. “It’s a personal assistant job, which is not at all what I wanted.”

“Then why apply?”

“Because it’s double my old salary and comes with full benefits.”

“That’s a good reason,” Maddie agreed. “Who’s it for?”

Halley shrugged. “Some rich guy. The interview is at some mansion over in Heritage Hill.”

“Fancy.”

Halley crunched into a pretzel. “I was going to Google him, but I probably won’t even go.”

“Your call, sweetie..”

Halley cracked open her ginger ale and took a sip. “Anyway, back to Spence. Do you still like him, or has it progressed tolike?”

Maddie sighed. “I might be pastlike, actually.”

Halley choked on her ginger ale. “Shit. Really?”

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