Searching for Harmony (Boston Love 1)
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I don’t know why I can’t get that woman out of my mind. Maybe I should swing by where she works at the animal shelter and say hi. Or something.
What’s wrong with me?
The two of us barely know each other, our entire cute little meet-up having bee centered around coffee drinking—on my part anyway. Not my finest moment, for sure, but what can a guy do?
In any case, once I get to the venue tonight, I’ll grab a drink and a seat in the VIP section, then chill. Couldn’t ask for a better way to spend a night.
My good mood is still intact by the time I finish my shift. I check on the roster and tomorrow’s schedule before making my rounds. Saving the galley for last, I push open the door and who should I find sampling the hot wings, but…
“Saylor Dean.”
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