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“According to the paper I am” Mostly true Heart rate? Autobahn fast

“Where’s the ring?” Daphne asked

“I don’t have one” Her palms started to sweat

“Does he dress left or right?” her best friend asked in a rush and a wicked little grin

“Left” Totally true Also, her lying-induced anxiety washer stomach cramp up

“Middle name?”

She gulped “Charles” It could be Charles It also just happened to be the nauy who’d taken their brunch order

“Favorite breakfast food?”

“Waffles” At least that’s what Sawyer loved to pop in the toaster for post-coital refreshe she didn’t need when her pulse was already jackha in her ears

Daphne took a sip of coffee and looking bored all of a sudden asked, “When are you leaving for Australia?”

“Two and a half weeks” Finally, one she didn’t have to mislead about

“Called it!” Daphne raised her arement is bullshit So what’s the real story?”

Oh crap If she was getting married, there would be no Australia

Figuratively cornered by Daphne’s eyes and the power of long-terainst her ribs, and the words rushed out—along with some very unfortunately timed stress tears

“Just because I’eto her or that I’ve been ure out the truth” Breaths coasps, she looked down at the napkin she’d shredded without realizing it and grabbed a fresh one from the dispenser on the table to dry her cheeks and wipe her runny nose Damn She did not mean for all of that to coh lanced up at Daphne, and she was staring at her with ape Nope She’d definitely said it out loud “Tae”