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“Hey, not fair.” At least not entirely. “He works with my brother. In construction, thank you.”

Carol sat up straighter. “A man who works with his hands. I like it. Go on.”

“Will hates him. Or at least he hates the idea of me anywhere near him.” She sipped her iced tea, watching Carol practically vibrating in her chair. “He’s not even remotely pasty. Plus, he’s big as a fucking house, and he thinks I’m beautiful.”

“Damn straight. You are.”

Now she took a turn playing with her food. “The only problem is he thinks he’d be trouble for me.” She deflated at the memory. “He said I’d be better off staying away.”

Carol eyed her speculatively. “But what do you think?”

She wrinkled her nose. She had zero faith in her decision-making ability at this point. Rarely had she ever put herself out there, and when she did, she ended up with douchebags like Ryan in her life. “I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“We’ve talked about this,” Carol soothed. “You need to figure out who you want to be and live your life to support your choice. All those times we sat together in the treatment room, you told me you wanted to take your life in a different direction. Do you want to be the old Liv or the new one?” Leaning over, her friend tugged on her extensions. “Stop waffling about this guy and tell me. What. Do. You. Think?”

Her heart sped up, and the tingling in her chest came back with a vengeance. “I think,” she drawled as she opened her eyes, “I need a little more trouble in my life.”

“You’re damn right, you do.”

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