But perhaps the best part of all was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking.
Richelle MeadWhen I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,โ Peter explained, โbut that we should go ahead and draw for him.โ โDraw?โ I asked uneasily. โOh Lord. Tell me itโs not Pictionary night too.โ Peter sighed wearily. โDraw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?โ โSecret Santas? Seems like we just did that,โ I said. โYeah, a year ago,โ said Peter. โJust like we do very Christmas.
Richelle MeadHow?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink." This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini." "A martini." I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview." "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.
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