Two days later “You’re looking better and better everyday, France.” Brody’s teasing voice pulled me from my favorite book, “Keeping You A Secret” by Julie Ann Peters. One jean clad leg crossed over the other, she leaned against the door with a large pizza in hand. Her dark burgundy sweater hung off her slightly muscular frame alluringly, and I discreetly bit my lip. Megan really was lucky, and I wondered if she knew that. Taking in the spicy pepperoni smell, I waved her in.“Oh it’s nothing, really.” I replied dryly, earning me one of Brody’s bright smiles. She set the pizza on a rolling chair in the middle of the room and slid into the only other available one just like it. Producing two paper plates, she started divvying out a slice for each of us and handed me my portion. I’d been stuck here for the last couple of days, goin
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