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Getting dumped is never easy, but there’s a special bonus sting if your ex-fiancé is a producer for a popular morning radio show. Jillian Atwood’s breakup with Nico has become the hosts’ number-one topic. They’re even running a competition to find him a new girlfriend. The entire population of Boston, it seems, is tuning in with an opinion about who Nico should date next—and what Jillian should do to get over him.
Jillian’s co-worker, Ben, has his own ideas on that score. He hates seeing Jill depressed over a guy as unworthy as her ex. While he’s providing a friendly ear, he's also realizing how much more he’d like to offer. And if Jill could just get over the man who broke her heart, she might find the one who’s perfectly equipped to heal it...
Ben starts to say something, but the waitress returns with our drinks, a beer for him and a glass of wine for me. As she places them in front of us, I notice a group of women at the bar checking him out.
“I think they’re into you,” I say, dipping my head in their direction.
He turns toward them. One of them waves.
He looks back at me. “She’s not bad,” he says. “Let’s find someone for you.” We both search the room. Even though we’re in a sports bar, there are definitely more women than men here, probably about four to one. “How about him?” he asks, pointing to a scraggly looking man with greasy blond hair and a long, unkempt beard. The guy’s shirt and pants are stained. “Filthy, just like you like them.”
“Oh yeah, the dirtier, the better.”
“I can get pretty dirty,” Ben says in a flirty tone.
“Mmm,” I say, sipping my drink. “You are downright nasty in your color-coordinated outfits.”
Ben looks around the room. “There isn’t anyone here who does it for you?”
A bunch of high school boys to our right are shooting spitballs at each other, two old men to our left are staring up at the television, and a really cute boy who looks about eight years old is having dinner with his mother in front of us. “Nope.”
He leans across the table toward me. “Not even me?”
I try to answer in a joking manner, but the look of fear that crossed my face may have already outed me. “Well, that goes without saying. Too bad you don’t plug it in at work.” I wink at him.
“I’d make an exception for you . . .”
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Though she always dreamed about being the shortstop for the Boston Red Sox, Diane Barnes is a marketing writer in Massachusetts. She received her Bachelor of Arts degree in journalism from Saint Michael’s College in Vermont. She participates in two monthly writing groups and regularly attends novel writing workshops in Boston and Worcester, Massachusetts.
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