“Sounds perfect,” she said. She’d intended to have a pop. She caught herself just in time to keep from wiping her sweaty hands on the denim skirt. Not wearing blue jeans. But damn, her stomach felt queasy with resentment she’d thought long buried. She shouldn’t have come here.
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