Page 117 of Mr. Charming


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I frowned, staring down at my coffee.

“No? Tell me more.”

When I looked up, I saw a look of excitement on her face.

“It wasn’t Max. I met another guy in Afghanistan too.”

“Cooper? Yeah, you told me about that crazy night right before you left.”

“He caught up with me a few days ago.”

“And Max found you like a week ago? That’s weird.”

“I guess.”

Both of us took another sip.

“You should hook me up with Max if you’re not interested in him,” she said.

“Really?”

“Why not?” She shrugged.

“He’s not my type of guy at all, but I won’t judge you.”

“Better not,” she said.

I smiled.

“I’ll send him your number. Is that cool?”

“Yeah. Who couldn’t use a little more muscle in their life?”

Whether Max and her hooked up or not, hopefully it would distract him enough, so he would quit stalking me.

All my thoughts circled back to Cooper in one way or another. No matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t able to get him out of my mind.

“I should go,” she said.

“Yeah, me too. I’m on chapter thirty-two of editing this novel, and I need to get it finished today.”

“Good luck.”

“Only four more chapters to go, but this author can go on and on, dragging scenes out way too long. I never know what to expect.”

“Can’t be any worse that the one I’m editing right now.”

I took a step toward the break room door.

“You doing anything for lunch?” she asked.

“No. We can get something together.”

“Sounds good. Don’t send Max my number yet. I want to think about it more.”

I raised my hand in recognition as I walked out and headed toward my desk for another day of work, helping other people with their written words but writing none of my own. It didn’t bring me joy, but it paid the bills.

NINETEEN

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