Where she goes, trouble follows. That’s just how it is with Anya. So, trust me when I tell you to keep your distance. No use in spending time around the things or people in her orbit.” Her subliminal warning is about as subtle as a freight train. I return to working on the stubborn nails with a heightened level of aggression. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “And I’m Beyoncé. Don’t think I don’t see you staring at that house all day long, pining like a teenage girl.” My mouth drops open. “I do not pine.” “Honey, you pine. She pines. Hell, even I pine. That man is someone worth
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