![]() ![]() Her world had gone too quickly from alive to silent on that flight back home from California. Which is why I put up with him, she mused, running her tongue across the inside of her teeth before swallowing. The guy was nice to wake up to in the afternoon, and a delight to play with before the sun came up, but he talked too much. Kisten was bitching about something or other, and she wasn’t listening, knowing he could go on for half her lunch break before winding down. Phone cradled between her shoulder and ear, Ivy Tamwood scooped another chunk of chili up with her fries, leaning over the patterned wax paper so it wouldn’t drip onto her desk. ![]()
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