Page 50 of Just One Look
“I thought so. That was the game plan. But I can’t tell anymore, because in spite of my plan, theydidall blend together, and at this point, I’ve nearly got anosmia—loss of the sense of smell—though it’s likely just olfactory fatigue. Also, there are apparently about a thousand kinds of perfume in the world, and I have exactly zero idea how to narrow them down. So … got any advice?”
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So,yes. She’d done it, obviously. Jordan had agreed with her that it was hopeless, and still, she’d texted.
It was the calamari and oysters. You wouldn’t tell a woman about the calamari and oysters unless you wanted to eat them with her.
She’d been right, because he’d come. Right now, he was saying, “First step. Go wash all that off. Scent is made to linger, so you’ll need soap. Wash it off, and you’ll be able to smell again.”
“I suspect I’ll still get confused, though,” she said.
“Good thing you called in the talent off the bench, then,” he said. “Go wash it off and come find me. I’ll be the huge, hulking fella lingering amongst the lipsticks, making a game plan.”
