I know how you feel. Iโve been analyzed to death as well. Not, like, professionally, though I did date a psych major who said I had attention issues. Or at least thatโs what I think he said. I wasnโt really paying attention. Anyway, where was I?
Darynda JonesWant coffee?" I asked, as I headed that way. "It's three thirty in the morning." "Okay. Want coffee?
Darynda JonesReyes leaned back against the bar, crossed his arms over his chest, and studied me from beneath those same ridiculously long lashes. Men and their freaking lashes. It was so unfair. Like the exorbitant cost of designer shoes. Or world hunger.
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