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"He doesn't let on when he cares."

"I don't—"

"You're not going to convince me, so don't bother," she says.

I set my cell on the table face-down. "It's nothing."

"Your fuck buddy?"

"We're not buddies. It was one time."

"But you want to be buddies?" she asks.

"I made the offer."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Tricky. I am exaggerating about your personality. It's not totally horrible," she says.

"It was last night."

My phone buzzes on the table.

"Is that her?" she asks.

"How would I know?"

"You weren't talking to her?" she asks. "Getting a text that says 'sorry, but you didn't meet my criteria'?"

"Do women do that?"

"I've heard stories," she says.

"The six-six-six rule?" I ask.

"What?"

"Six feet, six inches, six-figure salary."

"That isn't a real thing," she says.

"My sister told me. Molly." The one who's still here, not that Luna knows the full story.

"And she knows this how?"

"A client, I guess. A writer."

"Writers do know a lot of strange things."

"Yeah." And they're smart and sexy and witty. Or maybe that's just Hearts and Thorns.

"You don't make six-figures, do you?"

"Rude," I say.

"And you're, what, five eleven? Five ten?"

"I don't think it's my height," I say.

"Only fifteen percent of men are six feet or taller," she says.


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