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" I lost my virginity to Grant Connelly," a slender brunette declared wistfully, twirling a lock of hair... "What? Am I the only one?"
"Nope." A different brunette, this one in a push-up bra, raised her hand. "Not the virginity part, but, well, you know."
Two others raised their hands slowly, looking at each other.
"Spring break?" one asked.
"New Year's Eve," the other answered, and then they collapsed into coed-caliber giggles and hugged each other like pageant queens. No shit. Delaney had stumbled into a Grant Connelly sexual conquest recover group. "
― Tracy Brogan , Love Me Sweet (Bell Harbor, #3)
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" accurately, Elaine Masters had. She could hear both sides of the conversation from her spot next to Grant on the piano seat. His mother was loud, loud and clearly distraught. Delaney should probably be furious with her for causing a shitload of misery and worry! But mostly, at the moment, all Delaney felt was relieved. She’d be getting her money and phone and wallet back tomorrow morning. But even better than that, Donna had referred to her as Elaine. She hadn’t mentioned the name Delaney at all. Was it possible she’d never found the wallet? True, it was stuffed down near the bottom of the bag, underneath the money, but Donna wasn’t a very good thief if she hadn’t even searched through her loot. But then again, Donna Beckett didn’t strike Delaney as very bright. Then again, again, who was she to accuse someone of being not bright? Who was the one hiding in plain sight under an alias? Who was the one running from a sex-video scandal? Who was the one falling in love with a man who didn’t even know "
― Tracy Brogan , Love Me Sweet (Bell Harbor, #3)
