I love when Cal talks to his cat, “I know that, too.” He scratched the back of the cat’s neck. “I’ve done nothing right with her, either.” He looked his cat in the eye. “I’m a effup, Lily. Time to face facts. But then, we already knew that, didn’t we?” She agreed with another yowl..." Cal sometimes has bad timing, "she shot him an incredulous look. “Really? We’re lying here naked and sweaty, and you want to talk about me and another man?” I liked this book, I loved Cal.
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