Things We Never Got Over by Lucy Score EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author Name: Lucy Score
- Book Genre: Adult, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Contemporary Romance, Fiction, Humor, New Adult, Romance, Suspense, Womens Fiction
- ISBN # B09PNM8FFN
- Edition Language:
- Date of Publication: 2022-1-13
- File Format: PDF / EPUB
- PDF / EPUB File Size: 4 MB
WORST. DAY. EVER
Naomi
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I walked into Cafe Rev,
but it sure as hell wasn’t a picture of myself behind the
register under the cheery headline “Do Not Serve.” A
yellow frowny face magnet held the photo in place.
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First of all, I’d never set foot in Knockemout, Virginia, let
alone done anything to warrant a punishment as egregious as
withholding caffeine. Secondly, just what did a person have to
do in this dusty little town to have a mugshot hanging in the
local cafe?
Ha. Mug shot. Because I was in a cafe. Gosh, I was funny
when I was too tired to blink.
Anyway, thirdly, it was an incredibly unflattering picture. I
looked like I’d had a long-term threesome with a tanning bed
and cheap eyeliner.
Right about then, reality penetrated my exhausted, dazed,
bobby-pinned-to-within-an-inch-of-its-life head.
Once again, Tina had managed to make my life just a little
bit worse. And considering what had gone down in the last
twenty-four hours, that was saying something.
“Can I help…” The man on the other side of the counter,
the one who could give me my precious latte, took a step back
and held up hands the size of dinner plates. “I don’t want any
trouble.”
He was a burly guy with smooth, dark skin and a shaved,
nicely shaped head. His neatly trimmed beard was snow white,
and I spotted a couple of tattoos peeking out of the neck and
sleeves of his coveralls. The name Justice was stitched on his
curious uniform.
I tried my most winning smile, but thanks to an overnight
road trip spent crying through fake eyelashes, it felt more like
a grimace.
“That’s not me,” I said, pointing a finger with a wasted
French-tip manicure at the photo. “I’m Naomi. Naomi Witt.”
The man peered at me with suspicion before producing a
pair of spectacles from the front pocket of his coveralls and
slipping them on.
He blinked then gave me a head-to-toe scan. I saw the
realization begin to hit.
“Twins,” I explained.
“Well, shit,” he murmured, stroking one of those big hands
through his beard.
Justice still looked a little skeptical. I couldn’t exactly
blame him. After all, how many people actually had an evil
twin?
“That’s Tina. My sister. I’m supposed to meet her here.”
Though why my estranged twin asked me to meet her in an
establishment where she clearly wasn’t welcome was another
question I was too tired to ask.
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