Chapter 6
BEFORE I KNEW what was happening, Greg pulled me into his arms and swung me around as if I weighed nothing. The bag of food slipped from my hands and hit the ground as my arms went around his neck to hug him back.
“I can’t believe it’s you. What on earth are you doing in LA?” he asked when he finally set me back on my feet.
“I could ask the same of you.” I stared at him, reeling from the fact that he was standing in front of me. Greg was the last person I’d expected to run into in California. I hadn’t seen him since he’d graduated from school last spring, and he hadn’t changed much in that time. His dark blond hair hung in long, careless waves to his shoulders, and his brown eyes still had that intensity that used to make the boys back home give him a wide berth. He wore jean……
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