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She wished she were back in Cole’s office She had finally seen a side of hi in that office If anything, he was sharing with his clients He was sharing his hopes and his disappointments

And she couldn’t get those framed prints out of her mind They didn’t reflect how she saw Cole—a cynical loner who hid in the shadows Those pictures represented a positive, al to him

Angie wished she knew more about his life All this tier She had s he said about his childhood and his clear enjoyured he ed for a fa about him

It was a startling feeling It felt like her world had shifted The man she loved was someone else entirely Or was he? He didn’t have contact with his faenuine Maybe these clues would give her a better understanding about Cole

“You look very serious,” Robin cohts “Have another sip of chane”

“No, thanks” Angie stared at the bright pink polish applied to her toenails It almost hurt to look at and she was sure it would clash violently against the bile-green bridesmaid dress “Where have I seen this color?” she asked

“Definitely not in nature,” Robin muttered and shared a smile with her

Angie snapped her fingers “Oh, now I remember It was that drink at the bachelorette party The psychedelic pink one”

“The Britini,” Cheryl said without looking up fro the keypad on her phone “It was made in honor for Brittany’s special day”

“I didn’t get a chance to try it,” Angie said It didn’t sound like her kind of drink, anyway She didn’t drink anything that pink on principle “What does it taste like?”

“It was a um-infused vodka,” Cheryl informed her “It was a hit at the party”

Angie pursed her lips “Seriously?”

“They’ll have it available during the rehearsal dinner and wedding reception,” Cheryl said as she stood up to speak privately on the phone “You should give it a try”

“Does it really taste like bubble guie asked Robin