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“Then suppose we leave things the way they are for now.”

“Till Wednesday, then,” he said.

“Till Wednesday.”

“Looking forward to it.”

And then he was gone.

“Well, well,” Paige said, exhaling a deep sigh of relief. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Maybe her luck was about to change. Her job prospects were sounding good. Mr. Right Now was sounding even better.

Maybe things were finally starting to look up.