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Marlowe is.
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League Valencia Center Forward Alejandro García Blows Off Charity Fútbol Game—Goes MIA.
@CallMeMrsGarcia Where is he?! I’m here for you @AleGarcia9!!
@LeagueValenciaGirlie Do you think he and Marlowe broke up?
@SoccerSux33 Did anyone really see that lasting? They don’t live in the same country.
@CallMeMrsGarcia Marlowe could move…
@CarrieSins12 She’s an heiress.
@SoccerSux33 It’s not that big of a sailing company. Heiress is too generous a title.
@CallMeMrsGarcia I hope he’s okay. It’s not like him to miss a charity event.
@SoccerSux33 Nope, just every shot he takes on goal…
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“Hm, you’re more handsome than the mailman,” an elderly woman remarks when she opens the door.
I pause, my gaze darting down to double-check the address Bianca forwarded me after ripping into me for twenty minutes as I waited at baggage claim. I glance at the number on the house—twenty-three.
This is Marlowe’s home. Unless Bianca gave me the wrong address just to fuck with me?
Damn, I should have taken José Costa up on his offer to ride with him to the Prescott Sail headquarters, but I was too desperate to see Marlowe.
“More muscular too,” a second woman remarks, peering at me through thick glasses.
“Ooh, let me see,” a third woman pops into the doorframe, drying her hands on a nauseatingly colorful apron.
“Hello,” I say slowly, flashing a smile.
“Oh! He has a dimple.” The second woman clasps her heart.
“And luggage,” the third woman whispers.
“I’m here for Marlowe,” I add hopefully.
“It’s him,” the first woman hisses.
Three sets of assessing eyes narrow on me.
Oh, shit.
“You’re the Sewing Circle,” I guess. “Gladys, Dorothy, and Judith.”
The third woman brightens. “She told him about us.”
“Of course she did. Who else would she talk about?” the second muses.
“Should we invite him in?” the first asks, looking to her friends for advice.
