Gina
It comes to me in the dead of night, what I’d sensed at the dance but couldn’t put my finger on. Joel Miller is the guy from my vision. The guy that Will Davenport said he had lunch with. He looked a little like the man I’d imagined, but different, kind of like how in a dream the person doesn’t look exactly like the person you know they’re supposed to be. I don’t know how or why this matters, only that it somehow does.
I liked Joel well enough. Enough that I tried my damnedest to seduce him, though it was to no avail. What kind of man turns down no-strings-attached s*x? Certainly not the kind who could have written those letters.
It doesn’t make sense.
Something doesn’t add up about Joel Miller.
Somehow, this only adds to my attraction.
Why? I don’t know. Only time will tell.
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