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Sammi finished up with her client and strode down the street toward her favorite French café to join Abby for lunch. She clocked a new prospect leaning against a lamppost outside the café. Huh, that was a bit strange. Then again, Loki was a fanatic when it came to Abby’s safety. Peeking through the large bay window of the restaurant, she caught sight of her best friend’s bright blonde head. Physically, they were quite different. Abby, cute and blond, with a small stature. Sammi black-haired and above-average in height. Yet they’d shared an unbreakable bond in having lost their mothers as teens, having overbearing brothers, a love for bad eighties music, and being borderline obsessed with all things s*x and the City.
Waving through the windowpane, Sammi walked to the front door and ent
