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Hand shaking, I reply with: Yes. And no hangover. You?

He calls me instead of replying via text.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hi yourself.”

I clear my throat. “Look, about yesterday—”

“Can we do the pig playdate today?” he asks at almost the same time. “Oracle looks lonely this morning.”

I hesitate for only a second. “Of course. What time did—”

“We’re on our way,” he says. “Have you had breakfast?”

“Not yet.”

“What would you like?”

Feeling a little surreal, I tell him I won’t say no to some blueberry muffins.

“Have a snack for now,” he says. “We’ll be there soon.”

“Sure,” I say, but he’s already hung up.

Crap.

I have to make myself presentable, pronto. At least my place is still clean from his last visit.

Attacking my makeup kit, I recall the eyebrow debacle from last night. Was it why he stopped kissing me or not? Either way, I use the temporary eyebrow tattoos as the second-best solution, then order another pair of eyebrow wigs for later, in case my own eyebrows don’t make a reappearance soon enough.

Just as I’m wriggling into a clean pair of jeans, I get a call on Precious. I nearly trip as I dash to pick it up.

It could be Vlad.

Nope.

It’s Ava. She demands an update, so I give it to her.

“Unbelievable,” she says when I’m done. “How could two people give each other that many orgasms yet only get to first base?”

I roll my eyes. “Aren’t sex toys third base? And aren’t facials some kind of a base too?”

She chuckles. “All I’m saying is that you should’ve gone all the way.”

I sigh. “I don’t think he wanted me. He might find me repugnant.”

Ava scoffs. “Repugnant? You? Are you—”

The doorbell rings.

“Got to go,” I shout into the phone and hang up.

“Who is it?” I ask pointedly, approaching the door.

“Vlad,” he says, a note of approval in his tone.

I open up.

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