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Was that because my lips were just as familiar to him?

Because the moment that had just happened between us was indescribably perfect?

You have to tell him.

But scheduling a meeting just didn’t sit right with me.

Still holding my phone, I swiped through several pages’ worth of apps before I came across Hooked, an interface I was all too friendly with for many reasons. Because it had been so long, the system required me to log on again, my username and password already saved.

From there, I was promoted to start a membership or, since more than a year had passed from logging on, do another thirty-day trial, which wouldn’t collect any of my personal information.

I chose the latter, and I went to my profile and found my last conversation with BostonLifer.

SaarasLove:Hey stranger, I’m back in Boston. Just wondering if you want to meet up for a drink.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Easton

As I sat at my desk, my head a fucking hurricane of thoughts, a chime came through my phone. It was that double ring, the same notification I’d set up all those years ago that would alert me when Love was live on the app. The first time I’d heard that sound was last night, shortly after I’d gotten out of the shower. Seconds later, there was a message in my inbox.

From her.

She told me she wanted to meet up for a drink.

I didn’t know what to say. How to react. If I should even respond. More than five years had passed, and even though our communication had dwindled during those last few months, she was the one who had ultimately cut it off.

The sound going off now was to tell me she was online again.

And as I clicked on the app, there was a tiny green circle next to SaarasLove’s username.

She was back.

Maybe for good.

Maybe just visiting.

But she was here, in the same city, and she wanted to see me.

Something I’d rejected in the early hours of the morning, after I’d drained several more glasses of scotch.

Even if it was just a quick meetup, a drink and possibly some closure, I wasn’t interested. What happened, what we were, didn’t matter, and I wasn’t going to waste a second to figure any of it out.

A second notification filled my screen, this time with a message.

SaarasLove:Please, Mr.Boston, I just want to talk. Nothing more, I promise.

Another message popped up right underneath it, giving me a place and a time she wanted to meet tomorrow night. I set my phone on the desk, staring at the green dot until it disappeared.

I didn’t have to look in the system, checking to see whether she had become a member or reactivated her trial membership. I’d done that last night. I already knew I had no access to her personal information.

That alone made me want to change the way Hooked collected data for trial memberships. I didn’t give a fuck if they canceled before the thirty days were over. I wanted to know who they were.

I wanted to know her name.

I wanted just a tiny bit of information that would give me a clue as to who this woman was and why things had gone so wrong.

But Love owned only part of my thoughts.

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