![]() ![]() ![]() “So, Jamie.” I forced myself to say his name nicely as I turned back to the booth. If this was how the night was going to go, I needed to order two more beers instead of one. I looked over my shoulder, searching the crowded restaurant for our waitress. There wasn’t anything quite as uncomfortable as watching your little sister kiss a man with tongue. “You got it.” She smiled and hurried away as I downed the rest of my first Bud Light.ĭrinking was necessary when my sister was cuddled up on the other side of the booth, lips locked with this new guy she was dating. “Miss?” I snagged the waitress’s attention as she walked past our booth. Karen Lawson, The Proof is in the Reading Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations in a book review. ![]()
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