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Lots and lots of whiskey, please.
The raucous wave of laughter had knocked Katie back slightly, her dangerously close to drooping eyelids snapping open and widening as she shared a glance with Ted, her co-agent with the Irish National team. She had obviously missed a very funny joke. But thankfully, no one paid her any attention, the lot of them having too much fun teasing Ted for ( Read more... ) -
Date Number Two? Or One? Or whatever. [closed]
Katie was having a hard time deciding on whether or not their fateful meeting at that awful gallery was actually a first date. It wasn't exactly the blind date she had been expecting when Roger set it up. She never knew she'd actually know the bloke, never mind being the best friend of her only ex-boyfriend. But He had paid for the drinks. That was ( Read more... ) -
Wait. You're My Date? [closed]
She was insane to be here ( Read more... ) -
Please Tell Me He's Not a Goblin [closed]
It had been a mad dash all day long, from autograph signings to meet and greets to a sit-in with a publisher who was trying to convince Viktor that he should start writing down his autobiography (mentioning that now was the time if he was really planning to retire- she was going to kill him for starting that bloody rumor). When Katie gently ( Read more... ) -
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