Chapter 153 Ibt 3
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- I’d imagined Jake’s place more than once.
- I pictured something a little chaotic, like the kind of place that smelled like cedar and whiskey, with laundry half-folded on the couch and a guitar leaning in the corner, even if he didn’t play. He had that kind of energy. Messy-hot. Careless, but somehow put together.