My phone dinged with an incoming text message from a number I didn’t recognize. 917-123-4567: Meet me at Soho House in ten minutes for celebratory drinks. Jane Sparks: Who is this? 917-123-4567: Your fiancé
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“Everyone thinks you’re mine,” he said. “And I’m starting to believe it too.”
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course, because I had trained myself to look for happily-ever-after and I had developed oceans of patience and hope that the hero would eventually realize that he was being an obtuse ass, to use the Regency term
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“Sometimes you just know,”
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Because when he kissed me, I forgot everything.
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You seem like the kind of girl who does things out of the kindness of your heart.”
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softly. “Do you think people really believe it?” “Sure. They want to. There’s enough evidence that it’s easy to.” “Project-TK means a lot to you,” I said. Of course I knew that. But what started out as a crazy scheme was now turning into something bigger. I was afraid it would become real. Or that I would fall for him. I couldn’t forget that