Page 30 of Man Vs. Woman
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“Right. Tomorrow. We’ll start our research tomorrow. Don’t forget, we need each other on this,” I say to her.
“Yes, yes. I know,” she nods as her car comes over. “Tomorrow, research, Hiram.”
Before she gets in, she does one last glance back to me and shakes her head, smiling.
“Goodnight, Mr. Colt McCoy,” she whispers. “See you in my dreams.”
And with that, she closes the door and is gone.
Fucking hell, what just happened?
Never mind a million-dollar bottle of wine that didn’t get me laid.
This woman is fucking priceless.
I’m going to chase her to the ends of the earth.
Because when I do get her—I guarantee you having her will be out of this goddamn world.
