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Half the Man I Was

Half the Man I Was - Part Thirteen

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Half the Man I Was - Part Thirteen

“I’ve met those type of men.” Cathy said with a laugh. “Where do you keep them?” 

“I have a house in the country, and a barn that stables cars instead of horses. I buy the cars, and I pay my siblings who work in the family business to restore them when I don’t have the time.” 

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Half the Man I Was - Part Eleven

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Half the Man I Was - Part Eleven

It was 4 a. m. when Annie fell asleep. She had tried to finish Beggar’s Choice, but even after four cups of coffee, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. When she awoke, she found the last page she was read was stuck to her cheek.

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Half the Man I Was - Part Ten

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Half the Man I Was - Part Ten

The deck of Secrets Kept was barely lit when it eased into port. Annie thought the man leaning against the rails might be Richard, but he was hunched over with his head bowed as if it were too heavy to hold upright.

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Half the Man I Was - Part Nine

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Half the Man I Was - Part Nine

Heavy traffic caused Annie to arrive at the yacht club later than planned. She lifted her suitcase from the trunk and wheeled it to where Secrets Kept should have been berthed but wasn’t.

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Half the Man I Was - Part Eight

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Half the Man I Was - Part Eight

“I don’t wish to be disturbed,” Brooke said to her assistant using the intercom function on her phone. Brooke thought she was agitated because she was impatient to hear what happened with Bertie and Annie, Brooke knew that wasn’t the real reason for her anxiety.

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Half the Man I Was - Part Six

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Half the Man I Was - Part Six

When Annie came upstairs for dinner, she was wearing a light-blue, silk pajama jumpsuit. She had shopped online for hours before finding an outfit that was stylish and sexy.

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Half the Man I Was - Part Five

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Half the Man I Was - Part Five

Annie was surprised when Bertie called that afternoon considering that she had rejected him less than 48 hours earlier. If he had any qualms about a second date, his voice didn’t betray him.

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Half the Man I Was - Part Four

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Half the Man I Was - Part Four

Annie walked with purpose from her car to her office on the seventh floor. Normally on a Monday morning she would check her emails and text messages before getting herself a cup of coffee from the break room. Instead, she dropped her briefcase on her desk and headed to Bridget Bachman’s office.

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Half the Man I Was - Part Three

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Half the Man I Was - Part Three

Annie opened her eyes and out of habit reached for her cell phone on the nightstand. She couldn’t believe she was still in bed at 10:30. She hadn’t slept late in years. She did, however, know why. At least from what she remembered.

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