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Chapter 8

“Dramatic much?”

She patted the chair next to her and offered a shark-toothed grin. “Take a load off. Tell me about your date. You talked up the restaurant for a month and we’ve not had a chance to talk.”

“Turned out to be an intervention, not a date.” Nick sat beside her and lifted his own legs, imitating her actions. Huh. The motion actually felt good. “The shift ran over, so Michael and my friends had a bitch session on how inconsiderate I am.”

Nick’s blood pressure rose all over again. “Dan and Steve bailed, and instead of dinner, Michael breaks out this entire presentation on why I make a shitty boyfriend and how happy he’ll be when I die sad, blue-balled, and alone.”

“Will you?”