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Chapter One

Candace

Oh, this feeling is decadent

Sinful

My hands dip back into the ater

My eyelids flutter closed, and the soothing sound of islandan exotic lei Oh dear, is that a handso? He’s got a coconut drink in his hand, complete with a little paper umbrella For me?

How did I get so lucky?

An ocean breeze rustles my hair as the handsome man steps closer—and then a screech pierces the air

Reality is a knife, slicing through the center of my blissful daydream

“Ms Candace! Mika just BIT ME!”

“Did not!”

My private island is stripped away as I blink ain Ah yes, y pair of poo-stained trousers I’ fruitlessly to rinse in the sink There is no tropical music or ocean breeze, but there are catchy toddler tunes playing incessantly over the speakers, as well as a portable fan propped up on the counter to assist in drying this s

I’m not on a beach; I’m on the Upper East Side