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Tom leaned in for a hug, and Milo embraced him. Milo patted his back. “Go make the big bucks.”
Tom giggled and got out of the car. He waved before turning around and sauntered into the market, waving to everyone as he went.
Milo shot a text to Harper.
On my way. Daydreaming about that jelly donut.
She texted back immediately.
Mr. Anderson already attacked…
Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!
His phone dinged again, and he laughed at the picture of a jelly donut on a napkin with his name on it.
You should know you can always count on me.
Never doubted you for a second.
With a jelly donut on his mind, he hurried to the senior center. He didn’t doubt Harper, but that didn’t mean he trusted Mr. Anderson wouldn’t find a way to get his greedy hands on his jelly goodness.
Chapter 3
Harper sat across from Olivia and Isla, her two best friends. Aunt Greta’s Diner had the best pancakes in the state as far as Harper was concerned, and she desperately needed a little carb overload after another dud of a date.
She gave her order to Annabelle, who had been a waitress at Aunt Greta’s for as long as Harper could remember. Annabelle collected their menus and turned on her white sneaker toward the kitchen.
“Let me guess,” Olivia said, taking a sip of her coffee, “last night’s date didn’t go so well.”
“How do you know?”
Isla laughed. “You ordered chocolate chips on your pancakes. You only order chocolate chips when you’re stressed, annoyed, or disappointed.”
“So, most of the time, basically,” Olivia joked.
Isla tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and picked up her glass of water. “What was wrong with this guy?”
“No chemistry at all.”
“Maybe you need to stop being so picky.”
Harper didn’t think she was all that picky, but if there was no chemistry the date was pretty much dead on arrival. She wanted more than a good conversation in a relationship; she wanted attraction and passion.
“Easy for you to say when you have someone who is perfect for you and wants to have sex with you all the time.”
Olivia smiled, her cheeks turning a bright red.
Harper pointed an accusatory finger at her, noticing a streak of blue paint on the inseam. “You had sex before you came here, didn’t you?”
Olivia shrugged.
“I hate you.” Harper fell back into the vinyl booth seat. “I can’t even remember the last time I had sex… or even an orgasm.”
Isla ran her finger along the rim of her glass. “You don’t need a guy to have an orgasm. Take action into your own hands.”
“Is that why you haven’t dated anyone since Nolan?” Harper picked at the blue paint on her finger. “You’ve been taking action into your own hands for the past couple of years?”
Isla blinked before her aquamarine eyes focused on Harper. “It has nothing to do with dating, just taking care of my needs.”
