Since we were going out, I had allowed Jane to dress me, so everything was ill-fitting and far too revealing for the Minnesota night. Our fake IDs had not been as impressive as Jane’s connection had promised, and this would be the third club we’d be turned away from, if we ever managed to make it to the door. “Maybe we should just call it a night,” I suggested. “This is truly infuriating,” Jane said, flicking her cigarette to the dampened sidewalk and smashing it with her stilettoed boot. She’d claim it was only because of her frustration over the line and insist that chain smoking cigarettes kept her warm. The goose bumps stood all over Jane’s shoulder and she stomped her foot, at least partially because of the cold. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person.
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