Chapter 29

Look—in my defense, it was his shirt. And he left it folded so perfectly on the back of that chair in the hallway. What was I supposed to do? Not wear it while making espresso at 6 a.m.?

Please.

It hung just below my thighs. Barely. And the sleeves? Too big. The collar? Loosened enough to give a sai...

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