Caught
“The place needed to be perfect. Granted, he had been in the house before, but she liked to pretend that embarrassing incident never happened. Getting drunk, not knowing for sure how you got home, and then waking up to your dream guy and wondering if you were going to puke was not good. Laurel fluffed a decorative chair pillow for the third time as she glanced at the huge clock hanging over her mantel, seven o’clock. “He isn’t going to show up.”No, that can’t be right. They had finally arranged their schedules. Okay, so it sucked that they had to pencil time in but, if things worked out, they would find a way to be together more. Just then the doorbell rang, causing Laurel to jump in surprise and bang into the coffee table. “Shit!”Rubbing the spot on her shin she rushed to the door, taking a second to stop in front of the mirror on the wall and smooth her hair. With a deep breath to calm her nerves, she turned the deadbolt and opened the door.That deep breath she had just taken – well,... it came out in a giant rush.MoreLess
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