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Sage slunk into the bench across from Camilla at the Poughkeepsie Coffee Roasting Company, threw off the jacket of her suit, and gratefully wrapped her hands around a hot cappuccino. Yup, the swirly heart of foam was there. She looked up, and Billy, her favorite barista, winked at her. She called out, “Thank you.” For a guy with a bun, he was a major attraction for customers, both female and male. Taking a sip, she said, “Thanks for getting me my drink.”
Camilla twisted her torso and blatantly checked out Billy. “If only I was single.” She shook her head.
“Oh my God, will you stop the pretense. One gorgeous guy under your thumb should be enough. And a baby on the way, if I might remind you,” she replied pertly.
Camilla threw her hands up. “With the estrogen pumping through my system
