For a moment, Rosie just stared. This woman, the one she’d daydreamed about for the past four days, was Jane Breslin? What kind of sick joke was the universe playing on her right now? “I’m sorry for the confusion,” Jane said, dropping her gaze to the counter. “Oh my G-God,” Rosie stammered as her cheeks flushed hot and indignation burned in her chest. Jane had come into this store and bought books for her niece, knowing full well that she had just evicted Rosie from the building. The nerve. Rosie wanted to scream. She wanted to tell Jane exactly what she thought of her. But Jane was here now
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