“That blonde,” he said, “was my kid sister Andrea. She’s going away to school in Europe. It was her last night in the States, which I wasn’t about to miss. And I tried to tell you about it in your office the other day, but you cut me off.”
Olivia couldn’t have been more uncomfortable if she’d been wearing a thong two sizes too small. She’d seen a hot guy with a pretty young woman and had taken a running leap toward the nearest conclusion without even considering other logical possibilities. Obviously previous experiences had left her jaded, but her past wasn’t Justin’s fault.
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