Fractured Hearts

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by SJD Peterson


  “Really?” Hazel deadpanned. “You’re really going to ask me that?”

  Battle-frenzy fled Sadie’s eyes. She tugged a hand through her curly blonde hair. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I had fun, okay? He’s a nice guy.”

  “Does that mean you’ll call him?”

  On this point, their opinions diverged dramatically. Sadie was a subscriber to the ‘sorry, I forgot’ school of public relations. She had a habit of stringing men along, even when they were nice and fun—and cool to be with.

  True to form, she shrugged. “Maybe. Unless he actually was angling for a threesome.”

  Hazel keyed the engine. “You really had a good time?”

  “I can give you details—”

  “God, no. I’d have to bleach my ears,” Hazel retorted, wrinkling her nose.

  Sadie propped her knees against the dash. “Oh, come on. You have to admit you found him at least a little bit cute.”

  Despite herself, Hazel thought back to the dress shirt and iron-creased pants, the short, slicked-back black hair. “If you’re into the Wolf of Wall Street look, I guess.”

  “You should see his playroom…” Sadie let out a wistful breath. “I could sleep for days after that.”

  “Good luck getting Marco to agree.”

  Sadie let her head fall back against the seat. “Marco loves me.” She sounded a little out of it.

  Hazel shot her a sidelong glance as they idled at a stoplight. Sadie’s eyes were barely open, her features soft and relaxed, the way she normally got after smoking a bowl.

  Something like jealousy curdled in Hazel’s gut. Why couldn’t she have that?

  The answer rose up with the blinding memory of camera flashes and the dense perfume of spilled tequila.

  “It’s green,” Sadie muttered.

  “Right.” Hazel put the Volvo into gear. They drove on.

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  About the Author

  SJD Peterson, better known as Jo, hails from Michigan. Not the best place to live for someone who hates the cold and snow. When not reading or writing, Jo can be found close to the heater, checking out NHL stats and watching the Red Wings kick a little butt. Can’t cook, misses the clothes hamper nine out of ten tries, but is handy with power tools.

  Email: [email protected]

  SJD loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.

 

 

 


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