Two figures far off duck under the caution tape, and I curse low before continuing toward them. It’s not until I’m about twenty feet away that I catch a brief, familiar glance of one of the women’s faces and freeze before shifting around the corner in case she turns again. Because for some insane reason, I’m pretty sure I’m looking at Josie. Josie, the woman who has intrigued and confused me for months. Years, even. Josie, whose dates I can’t seem to stop myself from interrupting just to watch her jaw get tight with irritation. Josie, whom I bumped into at Dante’s bar, who got my dick hard
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