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who’s the lucky gal?” I sneered.
    “Her name is Carrie Collins.” His tone was glum. He didn’t look like a happy bachelor.
    “Well , congratulations. I really need to get going, but it was nice seeing you. Take care of yourself Noah.” I felt like I was going to have a breakdown at any second. I grabbed my bag and pushed past him to get to the exit.
    “Jules.” He yelled. “Jujube. Please talk to me.” I flinched when he called me Jujube but I couldn’t turn around, knowing that if I did I’d never want to walk away. He looked the same, but better. He’d grown into a man, a very good-looking man. Luckily, Dan was standing by the door and there was no way Noah was pushing past him, not unless he wanted a concussion.
    I started my car a pulled into the crisp New York City night before I let the tears fall. I hadn’t cried like that in years. By the time I arrived home I was a freaking mess. I showered and put on my sick jammies with sheep on them and climbed into bed hoping that sleep would come quickly. It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet.
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
    Your Love Is My Drug
     
    I felt someone climb into bed with me and started screaming at the top of my lungs. It brought me back to that night.
    “ It’s just me, relax.” Ellie said. “I heard what happened. I thought you’d want to see him. Why didn’t you come get me?”
    I sat up and looked at my alarm, it was after two in the morning.
    “I just wanted to leav e. Why did you tell him it was me?”
    “Jules , he knew it was you without me saying anything. I just confirmed what he already knew. Don’t be mad at me.” She pleaded.
    “I’m not mad.” I lied.
“Yes, you are. So that’s Noah, huh?” She raised her eyebrow.
    “Yep.” I said flatly , sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
    “He’s good look ing, I mean really good looking.” Even I could admit that he looked amazing. “I thought you would want to know he left right after you did.”
    “T oo bad for him, his friend obviously shelled out a pretty penny.” I said acidly.
    “S top acting like a bitch, you’re obviously upset about this. Talk to me.” She pouted.
    “I just want to go back to sleep. Can’t we talk in the morning ?” I whined.
“Fine, but we are talking about this. It’s like in our unwritten roommate agreement or something like that.” I waited until she shut my door before I laid back down.
    I put my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes . Unfortunately, I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning.
    Sunday morning came with my alarm clock blasting Ke$ha’s ‘Your Love Is My Drug’.
    Oh joy…
    I hit t he snooze button, but it kept blaring through the lousy speaker. I tossed the clock across the room to make it stop. I sat up and dragged myself out of bed. I went to sit at my desk so I could work on my thesis some more. I opened my laptop but my mind wasn’t in it today.
    It was in one place, Noah Sinclair… my drug.
    Frustrated , I slammed the lid down. I need coffee.
    I h uffed my way to the kitchen to make a cup, only to discover we were out. Today was not going to be my day, I could just tell. I went back into my bedroom to get dressed for a Starbucks run. I put on the first clothes I could find, a pair of yoga capris and a zip up hoodie. I slipped on my flip-flops and grabbed my phone off the charger. I backed out of the driveway and headed the three blocks to Starbucks. I stood on line for a good ten minutes before I ordered my ventì Bold. I headed back to the house in a slightly better mood.
    Thankfully, Ellie was still sleeping and would probably sleep until the late afternoon. At least I could avoid her inquisition for a couple more hours. I drank my coffee and finally made some headway on my thesis. I heard my phone ping so I picked it up and looked at the screen. It was from a 212 number I didn’t recognize.
    Jules. Can we do lunch today? Pls. I need to talk to you.
    I texted back.
    Who is this?
    There was a