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“I’m not a doormat I love Gray I’ll love him forever”

We’re quiet a few minutes My chest hurts at her confession, and I wrap an aruy I wish I felt that way about someone”

As I say it, I realize it’s true

She puts her head on my shoulder “What will you do if you’re not a therapist?”

“No idea” I shake off the sudden er sip of my sweet drink “Search for my insanely rich Asian husband?”

“Not in Oakville,” she straightens, looking around the room

She can say that again It’s a fantasy football sausage fest in here The guys are all big and boisterous, and when the juke box starts blasting “Fly Me to the Moon,” they all start singing loudly

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Ialone at the other end of the bar

Lava la a tailored gray blazer over a white shirt, and he’s nursing what looks like a scotch His brown hair is just long enough to be messy, and it has a sexy little wave across his forehead, which he pushes aside with an elegant hand

He glances up, and when our eyes ives me a brief smile Heat shoots all the way to my core Holy shit, he has a dimple in his left cheek!

I give him a shy smile and turn slowly to faceher arm fast “Who is that?”

“Who?” Drew is talking way too loud, and now she’s looking all around the bar dramatically

My jaw clenches “Stop it He’ll knoe’re talking about him”

“How am I supposed to knoho you mean if you won’t let me look?”

“The Ja, and we have to shout