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The next morning at her desk, Rebecca was still fuming about her experience at Richie’s house—not at him, but at herself. What was wrong with her? She’d gotten what she wanted. She’d gotten what she wanted. She’d managed to build a barrier between them that made the Great Wall of China pale by comparison. Maybe they could eventually be friends and collaborate from time to time the way he did with Shay and Vito.
An occasional confidential informant, and that’s all.
Definitely nothing more.
Why, then, did she feel so miserable?
When she thought about her past relationships, given the way her life was now, they all seemed a bit dull, even boring, and she was glad they hadn’t worked out. Someday, she would surely feel the same about Richie.
Although she had to admit, being around him
