“We’re just friends,” Ralph insisted, waving a hand at her. “It was just a gospel sing, not a lifelong commitment.”
Gladys kept on walking, her purse held to her side as if she were the Queen herself.
Ralph shrugged, bit into a piece of toast and stared ahead for the next conquest.
“I see you’ve met Mr. Maroney.”
Summer looked up to find Mack Riley standing there with a tray full of food in his hands. Noting that he looked as fresh as a daisy in his clean jeans and faded red T-shirt, she wished she’d bothered to finish styling her hair and had applied a bit more makeup. Too late now. And why did she care anyway?
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