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ZAC
On Friday, Mari walked past the garage late in the day, while I was working outside.
To be fair, I’d been waiting for her, checking the time every thirty seconds since three thirty. And as soon as it hit 4:57, there she appeared, walking by the shop and swinging a small hand-held cooler down at her side, one of those things that usually only held a six-pack.
When she completely ignored me, not once glancing over as she meandered along, I tilted my head curiously. But then I saw something white slip from her hand and fall to the ground in the driveway of the shop.
My lips twitched with amusement, and I jogged forward to fetch the folded note. After picking it up, I unfolded it and then sucked in a breath as I read the words she’d written.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
I glanc
