A Chance Encounter
Tamara Whitlow
I made a bet with my best friend that I’d be engaged by Valentine’s Day but that will be hard to do because I’m not even seeing anyone. For the first time in forever, I go to drown my sorrows in alcohol at a bar and end up going home with a beautiful specimen of a man. I would have never expected the night to end in tears. If this is the way my life is going, I’d rather fess up and lose the bet of a proposal.
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