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I’d slacked since we’d lost last week, and I felt bad about it now

I hadn’t wanted my housekeeper to coood friend’s hen I still couldn’t hide how damned disappointed I was that we’d lost

She’d force me to talk, and honestly, I was not in the mood to talk to anyone

Well, anyone except the girl looking arounda moment of déjà vu

“It’s creepy, isn’t it?” I laughed as I threw the door closed “Even the same paint colors”

At least from what I could tell

When I had been standing in front of her house as she’d opened her door, I could see inside, and I noted that her paint colors seee as my house, and the floor plan—at least what I could see of it—seemed to be the same as well

“Wow” She shook her head “You even have black furniture like me, too”

I had black furniture because it was the easiest thing to match That, and black was one of my favorite colors

Not that I didn’t want to talk to her about the floor plan, or how eerie it was that our houses were so similar, I wanted to knohy she was there

Between the way she was acting and her cryptic co

“So…” She hesitated “I don’t kno to say this”

My brows rose “Say what?”

She looked down at her fingers and played with her fingernails for a short few seconds

“Conleigh,” I growled, walking past her into the kitchen Once I got there, I grabbed a bottle of water off the counter “Just tell me”

She followed me inside, and then took a seat at the bar where she folded her hands primly out in front of her

I leaned ave me a slow perusal

She stopped and stared a little longer than she should have at my dick, which caused it to twitch despite my near exhaustion

She smiled, and her eyes finally met mine