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Her eyes flew open For that matter, how ether?

And even if there hadn’t been any, there likely would be now She wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if he was calling another one up right this very minute A woman ouldn’t overstay her welcome, ouldn’t ask pesky questions, ouldn’t be distracted by soht uy wasn’t her boyfriend

And she didn’t want him to be

Did she?

No

He was mercurial and immature, and half the time she felt like she didn’t even know hiht very well be the best man she’d ever met

“Tricky,” Heather muttered to herself “Very tricky”

There was really only one thing to do in these situations, and Heather headed toward the kitchen, grabbing a spoon even before she opened the freezer door to conteency supply of ice cream

Heather’s brow furrowed as she surveyed the variety of options Was getting in a fight with your booty-call neighbor a cookie-dough situation? Mint chocolate chip? What she really wanted was the special-edition pumpkin pie ice cream she’d picked up last week, but pu, which made her think her of Josh

She reached for the plain vanilla To punish herself

Heather had just pulled the lid off, spoon ready for demolition, when there was a knock at the door

Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at it

She dug her spoon into the ice cream, scooped out an enor to ignore the second knock

By the thirdlouder

“Go away,” she called “I’ stopped For once, the man had listened to her Heather told herself she wasn’t disappointed at how easily he’d given up on her