The slip taped to his locker at the post office was an obscene shade of rose—a private pink that called to mind the very thing that had gotten him in trouble in the first place.
What kind of man does that?
“Tomcatting is all well and good,” she said. “But there’s always a bigger kitty right around the corner.”
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