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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“No, thanks.” Sarah attempted a smile, but it probably came off as rather lame. The meds had kicked in pretty good. The pain was now a distant thrum. Goose bumps had risen all over her body, but the idea of slogging all the way back through the lobby, up in the elevator to the forty-second floor to wrestle her way one-handed into her coat did not fill her with enthusiasm. No. She could manage the cold for half a block, where Phillip would be waiting in his toasty car for her. Pleased with her decision, Sarah stuck her hand into her purse. She had the strap slung across her body with the purse in front of her torso to deter pickpockets . . . also to give her easier access to the treats inside. She managed to wiggle several M&M’s from their pouch, everything a little more complicated with only one hand. Dang, it’s cold! She popped the candies into her mouth and crunched through the sugar-candy coating into the chocolaty peanut goodness. Amazing how the mere act of tossing a couple of morsels of candy into your mouth can make the world a little brighter, she mused. Ah! There was Phillip’s car, tucked around the corner, emergency lights flashing. I wonder why it’s called “cashmere white.” Cashmere can be any color. The tinted passenger window in his vehicle glided down. “Get in. Get in,” Phillip said, one hand on the steering wheel, the other gesticulating vigorously. I used to have the use of two hands. It was lovely. Sarah thought she heard someone chuckle. Sounded like it came from her mouth. She opened the passenger door and got in, closed the door behind her. Was a good thing she had done it quickly, because Phillip had pulled into traffic with a sudden lurch, causing several vehicles to honk irately. Sarah strapped in. She might be drugged out on pain meds, but she wasn’t senseless. She had never ridden in a car with him before. Hopefully, I’ll survive it. Wouldn’t that be hilarious? I sail through all these challenges and am done in by a little old man behind the wheel of a luxury sports car. He was a very bad driver; he oversteered and was incredibly jerky. The erratic movements were making Sarah feel a little nauseous.

“Hello,” she murmured, shutting her eyes and leaning her head against the headrest. Maybe if she took a little snooze on their way to the restaurant, she’d wake refreshed, rested, and ready for conversation.

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