When the Last Feather Drops

When the Last Feather Drops

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I’m not going to beat around the bush. Waking up in bed next to an epically hot guy—shirtless—is every girl’s dream. Well, it sure as heck wasn’t mine, but it happened anyway. My adventure starts from the moment I crossed paths with Lee Callaway, AKA, the hottie I woke up next to, with absolutely no memory of what happened the previous night, or the whole freaking year. My mother once said, “You are a bird. And your feathers represent everything you love. So when you’re at the brink of death and the last feather drops, you either grow new feathers and fly once again, or succumb to the cowardly end.” I wish she’d told me what my last feather was.
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