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Him. Ryan O’Dell, Mr. Popular, star of the wrestling team, and voted Most Likely to Stay Hot For Eternity every year of high school. Mr. Used-to-haunt-my-dreams.
Not only has he not moved out of town, the way I’d naively assumed after not seeing him around Happy Cat my first week on the job as Savannah’s temporary replacement,
he’s become a big, bossy firefighter with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that have somehow gotten even bluer and more knee-weakeningly intense in the nine years since he broke my stupid teenage heart.
And the most pathetic part is that he clearly had no idea who I w...
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I’m as invisible to him as I was in high school. But at least now I know better than to think it means something when he looks at me that way, like he’d enjoy ripping my tee shirt off with his...
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He’s a gorgeous man who enjoys attention and has adapted his code to draw in as much of it as possible. If only I’d realized that sooner. But at sixteen I was so ridiculously innocent.
Why does he have this effect on me? Even after being responsible for the most mortifying moment of my entire life, he still makes me swoon
But I thought Ryan, at least, was one of the good guys, and that I wouldn’t find Hollywood-level deception in Happy Cat. He proved me wrong.
He proved me so wrong. And if the Ryan O’Dells of the world are secretly backstabbing creeps, then what hope is there for any other man?
I want to believe that honest, friendly concern is real, but I have trust issues...
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From the town of Happy Cat, Georgia’s community InstaChat page. POST BY Gerald_Hutchins
the fact that he thinks I’m repulsively gross and that kissing me is a breed of torture on par with waterboarding or having his fingernails ripped out with pliers or only getting four chicken wings when he ordered half a dozen.
chew my bottom lip for a moment before pulling in a breath and confessing in a rush, “I heard you. What you said. The night we performed our scenes for our parents.” Ryan’s brows furrow. “In high school?”
“Before the final bow. When you were chatting with Ben,” I add, shoulders relaxing away from my ears as his eyes widen and comprehension apparently dawns.
