“Pick your jaws up off the table,” I snap at my friends. “You’re practically drooling.” My eyes pass over the street and I quickly realize that my girlfriends aren’t the only ones affected by the sight of the new doctor in town. Some woman walks right into a utility pole, too busy staring in Mason’s direction to pay attention to where she’s going. Another lady spills her grocery bag, limes and lemons rolling down the sidewalk. A car horn honks. Tires squeal.
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