“Two things,” I began. “First, can I get an iced coffee and a slice of coconut cream? “And second…” I reached in my bag and pulled out the mass market paperback I had borrowed from the shop the last time I was in. “You have some serious explaining to do!” I said as I stabbed the shirtless cover model on the front of Whitney West’s latest novel with my finger. Annie frowned as she picked up the paperback and thumbed through it as if the explanation for my outburst was buried in the pages. “You didn’t like it?” I slapped my hands on the countertop. “It was brutal! I couldn’t put it down. I was
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