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Chapter One

He checked his cell phone Again And he wasn’t discreet about it this time either He blatantly whipped it out of his pocket, looked at the tiaze cut to her half finished dinner plate

Morgan pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t say anything rude The guy was an ass There were no other words to describe hio…

She was in for a torturous night She just knew it

“If we don’t leave now—” her date, Don the jerkbag paused, still staring at her plate of food, “—we’ll end up being late And I have to see the beginning of this game It’s important”

He was a Lakers fan, and she wasn’t How did Mia know this guy again? Was he a friend of her boyfriend’s? Oh, Morgan really hoped not Jake ay too nice to hang out with a selfish jerk like this guy

“I guess I can get the rest of it in a to-go box…”

“Aweso the attention of more than a few people in the busy restaurant and she wanted to slither under the table Blind dates were the worst Mia had been bit by so, and she was on the constant hunt for the right guy for Morgan

Yet again, it was a bad choice, not that she could blaood But this was it No le with fifty cats living in a one-rooo on an endless streauys

The waitress took Morgan’s plate and offered her a sympathetic s Don practically wiggled in his seat, his knee bouncing up and down so fast he made the table vibrate

Soet to a freakin’ basketball gao on the date just for the experience since she’d never been to a live professional basketball game before but jeez

This guy was ridiculous

He threw a feenties on the table the moment the waitress returned with her leftover dinner in a plastic bag and packed in a Styrofoa an ian’s direction

“Let’s go,” he tossed over his shoulder as he started for the front entrance

She trailed behind and clutched the bag tight Dang it, she was still hungry And she really didn’t want to go to the ga the entire—and very quick—dinner he’d been short with her He didn’t seeh he didn’t have a proble her ear off about himself