“I never thought I’d use the word flounce, but there you were. I’d been doing a lot of things I hadn’t thought I’d be doing these last couple of weeks. Like getting ready for my big fight with Saul and hopping a bus to the Hamptons—a place I never thought I would be.
I shuddered at the snootiness that seemed to wash over me.
The inside of the house didn’t disappoint. It was as richly appointed as the outside. Everything had a light and airy feel as appropriate for a house on the beach. If it wasn’t for the size of the furniture I’d feel as out of place as a bull in a china shop. The couches and chairs looked like they’d have no trouble holding a man of my size.
“Would you like some lemonade or iced tea?”
Abby had placed her tennis racket in the hall closet. From the looks of things, everything had a place and it was expected that everything stay perfectly in its place. Where the hell did that leave me?
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