"Julie, Julie Monroe is that you?" a deep male voice called my name while I waited at the deli counter.
I turned to the face of my high school boyfriend's father. "Mr. Becker, how are you?" Goddamn, he was hot. "How's Evan?"
"I'm good. Evan is married, a little boy on the way."
"No way!" Wild, less than a decade ago I was so in love I thought I'd marry Eva…
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