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nice of you to give up your whole weekend for this.”

Romi made sure not to blurt out that she’d be happy to give up any and

as much of her time as Kiera might want to take up. She just nodded and

smiled before she hurried out of the office like she had work to do. She did

have work to do.

It just so happened that her heart was racing and her certain spots of her

body were tingly and hot in turns. That was what she was actually running

away from. Her feelings. Jack was right. No matter how bad her previous

experiences were, no matter how she tried to tell herself not to feel the way

she did or react the way she did, she couldn’t run from her hormones. Or

herself. Or the inescapable fact that she was falling for a woman who would

never, ever want her back.

She’d promised herself that if there ever was a next time, she wouldn’t

make the same bad decisions she’d made in the past.

Apparently, she liked to make promises to herself that she couldn’t keep.

Chapter 12

Kiera

Kiera failed to realize how funny balls could be. Of course, she realized,

balls were funny. She just hadn’t expected to hear all manner of jokes about

saggy ones, shrivelled ones, low hanging ones, and a few even less

indelicate comments about pubic hair.

Then again, she’d been expecting a dull crowd. She realized, as the tea

party progressed and she sat off in the background overseeing it all, ready to

help out if it was required, that she knew nothing about that part of life at

all. She had no grandparents. Wynn was the closest thing she had to a

grandpa and he didn’t act old. Betty was in her late sixties. Myrtle was

older too, in her early seventies, but she was quite spry. Sylvia too had the

energy of someone half her age. Sylvia led an active life that started with

swimming laps every single morning at the pool, walking after work, dying

her white hair into bright shades of pink, blue, purple, or green, and going

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