Walk of Shame (Love Unexpectedly 4)
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Taylor whipped her head away, but as she turned, she could have sworn she saw him laugh. At her.
Taylor lifted her chin and continued after Brit, telling herself it didn’t matter. The guy wasn’t even close to her type, and chances were their paths would never cross.
She strode away from the bullpen without giving in to the urge to turn around, see him one last time.
She didn’t.
But it bothered her that she wanted to.