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Broken: The MISTAKEN Series Complete Second Season
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I’m fine.” I turned away from her. I was tired of hearing how everyone worried for my fragile psyche. I had to wonder how long it was going to take for me to prove that I had no intention of throwing myself off the Golden Gate because first Daniel and now Brandon had walked out of my life. I was fine, truly, and not suicidal in the least.
    “You’re just so good . And so…” She shook her head. “You’re so not what people expect.” She dropped down into a chair across from me. “When I saw who my roommate at Georgetown was going to be, I thought no way it was that Jenna Davis. That Jenna Davis would have some fancy-shmancy private room in the dorms where the really rich kids stayed. And then when I got there and it was you, I was sure you’d be some total bitch who would make my life a living hell. I wanted to hate you so much. But then you were the nicest person I’d ever met. And not just nice.” She cocked her head to the side. “Nice and good . Like no one I have ever known. You’re like the prom queen, the valedictorian and some Disney princess all rolled into one. I don’t know anyone like you, and you shouldn’t wonder why people want to protect you.”
    “Stop.” I shook my head, holding my palms up to her. “I’m not good. I’m just as snarky as you, just as…”
    Her hand reached out and took mine. “No, you’re not. You think you are, but you’re not. You curse like a sailor, and that’s about the only thing about you that isn’t perfect. But it makes you human. And it makes me love you.”
    I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. “You’re so full of shit.”
    She nodded. “See what I mean?” She let out a throaty laugh. “And do you think I’d share my birthday present with you ? Not a snowball’s chance…”
    “Whatever.” I shook my head again and grinned. “I’m only sharing because you almost crapped your pants when Daniel showed up at dinner that night.”
    “See, that is something else I don’t love about you.” She tried to hide her smile. “I don’t need the drama of zombie boyfriends returning from the dead. That is definitely something you can keep to yourself.”
    I raised my palms to her again. “I’m all about the sharing, Mel.”
    Her eyes crinkled when she grinned again. “I know, and I love you for that.”
    I motioned to her with my head. “Pick out your dresses and let’s get out of here. I’m starving and there’s no food in my apartment.”
    She stood up to go back into her stall. “That’s what happens when you spend two weeks blissed out with your not-fiancée.”
    I gritted my teeth. “Whatever.”
    “He’ll be back. And he’ll apologize and you’ll live happily ever after. Just like the princess you know you are.”
    My eyes rolled up to the ceiling again. “Fuck that bullshit.”
    Her laugh floated out over the dressing room. “That sweet little sailor’s mouth.”
    I groaned under my breath and rolled my eyes again.
    “Get that sexy black dress. I’m taking you out dancing tonight. You’re going to flirt so hard, maybe you’ll forget about Prince Charming. Amanda just opened a new club off Pacific and I’ve been dying to go to it. You’re in, right?”
    “Right.” I stood up when she came out of the dressing room, her chosen garments in hand.
    “I’m serious. We’re going.” Her phone beeped and she pulled it out of her purse with a sigh. “That’ll be the evil queen.”
    My mouth eased into a wry grin. I had felt a little bad about getting Melissa the job with crazy Amanda, but she seemed to be enjoying herself more than I ever would have expected. It was nice to see.
    She groaned. “Ugh, I have to get down there to check out a nail polish emergency.”
    I lifted an eyebrow in disbelief. “Nail polish?”
    A loud sigh escaped her lips. “She might have to go to L.A. to get it fixed, according to the text.”
    I shook my head. “You’re joking.”
    “I wish.”

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