Debbie scratched her hair.

“Quit your games. Out with it.”

She had only managed to compose four new songs. She still needed to compose five more to finish the album. But staring at a blank piece of paper had only dampened her mood and she couldn’t think of a thing. It was killing her.

Sometimes she wondered if Carlos deliberately did it to stop her from pestering him.

“You’re no fun. Your ex-husband got drunk, and Damon couldn’t drive him home because he had something else to do. So he tapped me for the job.

Carlos is drunk! There’s no better chance than now. Sure you won’t come?”

As Debbie had strained her brain, she couldn’t take all that in.

mean no

Angela’s Library

by her ignorance of

sleep with him! Make him feel guilty afterward. And then

with him?’ Debbie sighed. ‘I wish. But Carlos has an iron

I got him into bed but we didn’t knock boots, ‘ she

forget it. I’LL let Stephanie know. She’ll know what to

hey, wait! What? Okay, I’m coming! Wait for me!” Debbie finally figured it out. She stood

heaved a sigh of

Room 888 at

Club.”

“Okay, got it.”

put on a bare amount

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