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After I hit town, The Voice asked me to meet for a lunch date. We had continued talking and he asked a lot of questions about the other men I’d talked to, and the one I had met in person. He was one of two people who knew The Cop had come to visit before
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By the end of the weekend, The Cop found me perched on the kitchen counter. He thought I was trying to be sexy, but I was using the cold granite as an ice pack. Our chemistry remained intact until the moment he left. It had gone better than I’d expected, and my house was no
What Happened to Eden 