“Where are we going?” She shrugs, gazing around with an expression of wonder on her face and a flash of amusement on her features. “I don’t know. Do we need a plan? Maybe we’ll just walk along, and something will catch our eye.” My Adam’s apple bobs in my throat as I regard her and wonder what the hell was in those margaritas. Because my mind is consumed by one thought: something has caught my eye. She peeks at me. “I know what you need.” I flush, feeling like a kid caught gawking. I sure hope not. “You need a pick-me-up before we go on our adventure.” “I think all the coffee shops are
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