Carl was the last guy that swooped into Mystic Falls on business, had sex with her, and then left. They spent two weeks fucking each other’s brains out. He took her on amazing dates—champagne and lobster picnics, candlelit dinners at his rented cabin, a helicopter ride along the mountains, and even a romantic spa weekend. Once he left, he never called, sent an email, or dropped a text. She feared he had been married the whole time.A bad taste filled her mouth. “I haven’t seen Carl since last summer. And I haven’t been moping about him.”“True, but after Carl you haven’t let any guy close to you. I mean Jesus, it’s been a hundred years.”“It’s barely been a year.”“It’s been long enough, and all you do is work. You don’t like to have fun anymore.” Sally scraped her remaining food into Cooper’s bowl.Cooper was her miniature poodle. She’d named him after her favorite actor. Wagging his white tail, Cooper rushed over to his bowl. Sally patted his little head. “Truthfully, I thought yo
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