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Three days in Marbella. Hot sex, too much tequila and a guy you really should have exchanged numbers with. A year later, you’re done with university and back in your California hometown. Your best friend wants you to meet the guy she’s been dating for two months. You round the corner together. His friend spots you first. “Hey, there’s your gir—oh shit.” Then he looks up. Dashiell fucking Quinn. Well. Now you can get his number.