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" That reminds me, does Professor Camden know that you copied his house key yet?"
"Yeah, he already took the first copy back," Everly replies and continues making her drink.
I have to set my latte down at that point. I should know better than to have a conversation with Everly while drinking hot liquids. "The first copy, Everly?"
"Yeah. And he didn't even ask me for the second copy." She takes a sip of her drink. "I'm kind of pissed off about it, to be honest. It's like he doesn't even know me, right?"
I nod slowly. "Right."
"Obviously I would make three copies. Anyone should know that."
I lean against the back counter and nod. "Obviously." Honestly, I have no idea how many copies one would make when stealing someone's house key, but it's best to just go along when Everly is on a roll.
"I expect him to change his locks once I use the second key so the third key is likely useless, but he should know me well enough to ask for the second key." She sighs, looking truly despondent. "
― Jana Aston , Wrong (Cafe, #1)
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" Everly sighs and crosses her arms across her chest. "No, I didn't catch anything at the wedding except Finn's house key."
"Professor Camden gave you his house key? I though you said he was going to require additional convincing before, and I quote, he accepted what was best for him?"
She waves a dismissive hand. "No, I made myself a copy."
"Everly, no." I am shaking my head at her in disbelief. "No, you did not. How? Does he know?"
"Sophie, it's like you don't even know me. I borrowed his car." She stops at the look on my face. "Fine, I stole his car and ran over to Home Depot and made copies while he was busy with his best man duties. "
― Jana Aston , Wrong (Cafe, #1)
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" Lukesagynecologist."
"What?" Everly tilts her head like I'm talking crazy.
"Luke is a gynecologist. At the student health clinic."
"Shut the fuck up." I think I've managed to shock Everly. "I did not see this coming." She looks at me. "So?"
"So?" I ask.
"So you rescheduled the appointment with another doctor?"
"No. I kept the appointment."
"You kinky bitch, you did not! Stop it."
"I did. I was already sitting on the exam table wearing a paper gown when he walked in. What was I supposed to do?"
"Was it good for you?" She grins at me suggestively.
"Everly!"
"Bitch, I know you enjoyed it. At least a little."
"You think there's something wrong with me, don't you?"
"Sophie, no. That guy has no business being a gynecologist. It's not fair to women."
"I think he's technically an obstetrician."
"Same difference."
"The nurse said he runs a department at the hospital.”
"Well done, Sophie. When you crush, you crush classy."
"Ugh." I cringe. "That reminds me. Do you keep your socks on during a gynecologist exam?"
"Off. So, did you get your prescription?"
"Yeah." I nod. "And a bag full of condoms." I pat my backpack.
"Aww. Dr. Luke cares about your safety."
"You understand I am never waiting on him again, right?"
"Oh, yeah. I figured that out about thirty seconds into this conversation. "
― Jana Aston , Wrong (Cafe, #1)
