What if We Drown
Both of the customers enjoying their brunch watched on, amused.
Hey, I had to be sure. Ashlyn shrugged. It's been twenty-three years, and I still don't know your type. She winked, snapping the book shut. She would have to come back to her research later when her mind was more focused on the task at hand.
"I don't need a man," Kass answered. "I have all the love I need right here in the form of glucose and carbs." She grinned, stealing the rest of Ashlyn's muffin and shoving it in her mouth, melted chocolate smearing across her chin. Ashlyn laughed, grabbing the nearest item, a sugar packet, and holding it over her shoulder, poised to throw.
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