I narrow my eyes. “Or organizing a team of people to clean someone’s house after a fire?” He looks caught for a moment. I shouldn’t have said that. “I mean. . .yeah. Nice things. People should do nice things for. . .friends and people they care about.” Friends. Sigh. “And you think that’s better than romance.” “It doesn’t matter because I took myself off the market a long time ago.” He stops walking. I’ve never been more unhappy to see my car in my life. “There. Got you back safe,” he says. I fish around in my purse for my keys thinking about the movie Hitch and how this is me signaling to him
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