Wicked Bad Decisons coming June 30th!
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She texted Jane as she was getting ready for the bonfire.
Zoe: So… I called out the wrong name in bed today.
That was a first. Goddamn Zach. He’d messed with her head. She hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he was right—she had been thinking about what it would be like to be with him. And not just in bed. Cocky asshole.
Jane: Oh shit! Whose name did you say? Please tell me it wasn’t Trevor.
Zoe: God, no. It was Zach, my neighbor’s hot lawyer friend who was flirting with me this afternoon.
Jane: Ooooh, do tell!
Zoe: Nothing to tell.
Jane: Aw, that’s a bummer. I’m guessing that didn’t go over well with...?
Zoe: Rolando, and no, it didn’t. I thought about trying to act like he’d misheard, and I’d said something else—since there’s a lot of things that rhyme with Zach. But that seemed like it would only make it worse.
Jane: So, what did you do?
Zoe: Apologized. Said it must have been because we’d been talking earlier. Fortunately, Rolando and Zach’s date are about the same age and were spending a lot of time together, too. So, he’s not exactly lovesick over me. Jane: What about Zach? Is he lovesick over you?
She snorted out loud after reading Jane’s text.
Zoe: Hardly. He was just flirting. Although, he did imply he’d be interested in going out with me in the future.
Jane: So are you going to?
Zoe: No. I’m heading to France on Monday to see you for three weeks, remember? He’ll have forgotten all about me before I even get back.
Jane: But will you have forgotten about him?
That was the million-dollar question. Still, she replied, Of course. We just had a nice afternoon talking. I’m sure that’s the only reason I was thinking about him when… I shouldn’t have been.
Jane: It had nothing to do with him being hot.
Zoe: Nope.
Nothing at all.
The player doctor left behind more than a broken heart.
Dr. James Rudolf made Yvette Sinclair believe in fairy tales, and he was her Prince Charming. Then out of the blue, he stopped taking her calls. Blocked them would be a more accurate descriptor.
Devastated, Yvette had no idea why the man she thought was the one had ghosted her. Even harder, she was three thousand miles away, so she couldn’t just show up at his house and demand an explanation. Then her best friend started seeing him around Boston—a different beautiful woman on his arm each time. She felt like such a fool.
She was determined to move on and forget all about the playboy. Until two pink lines made that impossible.
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