In fact, I threw up again after setting up our late-night dinner date. “I knew you’d come around,” he’d said, before I hung up. “And now that my wife is out of the picture, you can move back to Minneapolis and into my place.” “That sounds great,” I said, before rushing off to the bathroom again. “I have to go. I’ll see you tonight.” “Yes, my love. I can’t wait.” After leaving the bathroom, I called Taylor back and told him it was a go. “Sweet. I knew you could do it.” “It wasn’t easy,” I said, my mouth still sour from throwing up. “By the way, I spoke to Hoss. It was the fuel pump. He’s fixing it right as we speak.” “Is that expensive?” “Don’t worry about it. The club is paying for it.” I frowned.
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