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It was no secret to anyone who knew me that I had a slight obsession with sticky notes.

We’d been doing it since senior year in high school-more years than I wanted to compute so early in the morning. Once a month, we shared a bottle of wine (or two) and watched movies. Last night had been movie night with my best friend, Eve. I pulled the yellow square off and crumpled it up, along with the thong note. On my way, I found another sticky note-this one on the front door. I padded to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and two Tylenol. I stood, and my dull headache began to throb. I’d since bought some coordinating fringed throw pillows he’d hate, too. The day after Ryan moved out, I’d dusted them off and carried them out to the living room. Like the dutiful wife I was, I’d hidden them away in the guest bedroom. Leaving it gave me a renewed sense of joy about my divorce.Ĭome to think of it, my ex-husband had hated this lamp set when I’d brought it home. A tilted shade or crooked painting made Ryan nuts. I automatically reached to right it, then pulled back. Smiling, I pulled the yellow square from the girly looking tasseled lampshade, which tilted as I unstuck the note. I rubbed my eyes and leaned in to re-read the Post-it Note stuck on the lampshade beside the couch where I’d fallen asleep. I left the restaurant and planned to put the entire crazy thing behind me.Īnd guess who decided to use his family's summer home this year? Read more He was the son of the neighbor at our family's summer home. When he turned around, he took my breath away. My legs wobbled walking into the restaurant.įord was seated at the bar. Though, you know what they say.curiosity kills the cat. I knew it couldn't last, but I was curious about him. But after weeks of wearing me down, I finally agreed to one date only-my first after twenty years of being with my high school sweetheart. He made me laugh yet I was adamant that because of his age, we could only be friends. Nevertheless, that's how I met Ford, and we started messaging.

Another point that bears repeating-it wasn't supposed to.

Those nicknamed Cunnilingus King were told they'd go straight to the top for consideration. So, without my knowledge, she set up a profile for me on a popular dating site-one that invited men ages twenty-one to twenty-seven to apply for a date. My best friend decided I needed to start dating again. Did I mention young? If I did, it bears repeating. When I first encountered Ford Donovan, I had no idea who he was.well, other than the obvious. A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.