Authors: Amber Scott
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Yeah, right.
Five minutes of
composure
-
gathering later, Sadie wheeled her cart in his direction,
determined to do what Ben couldn’t. To do what she previously
couldn’t. To take a chance.
Would he notice her first? Maybe he’d look
up as she passed and smile. What would she do? Smile back? Wave?
What excuse would get her talking to him?
Nothing big. Chit chat. Or a question.
He wouldn’t be back either. Ever. The idea
kicked panic into her stomach and determination into her heart.
She’d be
med
-
free within
days. Back to the strong woman she was before one minor, totally
overblown freak out two years ago. Soon, she’d walk without
tripping, speak without stumbling, high
kick
without falling
over.
She’d be Sadie again. Kickass and
confident.
She’d have a real shot at Elijah. At
life.