My heart races uncharacteristically. I’m too fucking old for this shit. My molars grind against each other as I watch Gwen stand to let Tabby back into the booth. As Gwen slides in beside her, the guys head over there, and my feet move to follow, even though I’m dreading facing her again. Especially after my meltdown at Tripp’s party. I stand stiffly as introductions are made, Gwen smiling graciously each time. That captivating twinkle in her eye takes me back to gazing at her over too-sweet margaritas. Then, the moment I’ve been bracing for arrives when Tabby gestures in my direction. “Gwen,
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