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t hooked on the handlebars knocking a frantic rhythm against the
ance alert from my bank. My stomach clen
, swiping the
ce: $
sand dollars Grandma Maeve needed for her surgery. I s
tered the image. Blackrock St
ive places in town. A single steak from Bla
tered, the cold night wind bit
rsonal insult. I stood awkwardly by the entrance in my faded FastDash ja
lingly drifted to Ethan Beaumont, my boyfriend. He'd promised to bring
per bag with a gold logo. I could smell the
cooter and headed for the Laurel Hotel. Its flashing neon
cars, and walked into the grand lobby. The polished marble floor ref
for the top floor, th
d: "Deliver to my
dn't be. He was supposed to be at t
ly, my own anxious face refl
sive mahogany door. Taking a
h echoed from within.
new better than my own, answere
o ice. That voice
re, wrapped in a silk robe, his hair damp. H
mpatience morphed into p
figure emerged from behind him, wr
ton, the undisputed que
hair a messy halo. Her cold blue eyes scanned me from head to to
nails scraped lightly across Ethan
nd. Blackrock Steakhouse. He actually ordered food for another
e a tsunami. The air was a nauseating mix of E
his voice, but it was weak,
n, don't tell me you haven't broken up with Ever yet?" She l
esence, was whimpering in the back
three years, the man I thought was my futur
on the paper bag,
rlett's challenging gaze, the
ent of cooling steak fi
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