I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be that guy who saves her from one douche only to become one myself. Nope, I’m keeping my eyes on my basket of fries, my dick in my pants, and my questions to myself. But then I feel her shift next to me, clearing her throat. “So…what brings you to Seattle?” she says in that soft voice. “Umm, my sister,” I reply. “Amy?” I nod. She smiles. “She’s not about to waltz in here and blow our story, is she?” I sigh, letting myself give in to the pity party I’ve been desperate to throw since I got off the phone with her thirty minutes ago. I couldn’t just sit alone in my
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