Chapter 9 The car ride to Lauren's hotel is quiet, but it's not uncomfortable. After everything that she told me at dinner, I need a moment to process it, anyway. And process my decision to go back to her hotel room with her. I suppose from the moment I said, "Italian," the other night, that I probably knew where this would lead. I've tried to hold onto my anger for her not telling me
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