“I’m so glad we’re going to be hundreds of miles apart.” She turns and plops a suitcase on her bed. “No, you’re not. Stop lying.” “All right, fine. I’ll miss you having my coffee ready for me every morning,” she mocks, turning around to face me. “And I will miss all your Internet stalkers.” She wrinkles her nose at me. “There was only two.” “I don’t know why you sent them away. I mean, panty-sniffer is probably my favorite.” I cock my head to the side as if I’m really thinking about it. “Or rather, I don’t know. It’s a close tie.” She makes a gagging noise and turns around, hiding her embarrassment. “I’m never online dating again,” she confesses. I laugh at how easily it is to make her blush. “Sure, sure. This time next year you’ll be married and pregnant with your second child.” “That’s hardly possible, Cecilia,” she groans. “I’m going to become an old cat lady instead.” “Well, hope you’ll have a spare bedroom for me. Most likely we’ll be growing old together with all our damn cats.” ➜amzn.to/1jwlMbu
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