Chapter 17
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Grace: Hey, this is Gracie. Hope you don’t mind that I asked Matt for your number.
Rachel: Of course I don’t mind! What’s up?
Grace: Wondering if I could ask you some random questions for my story.
Rachel: Fire away! (Unless it has to do with jowls)
Grace: Ha! You wish! First question—what’s your favorite scent on a man?
Rachel: Does laundry soap count? Not sure what brand Matt uses, but he always smells good.
Grace: Interesting. Next question—do you think it’s plausible for a woman to recognize a man just by his kiss?
Rachel: Maybe. Does the guy kiss especially weird?
Grace: No. He’s not slobbery or anything. They just have a history of lots of kissing. And now years have gone by, so the woman doesn’t recognize him at first. Maybe she’s blind. Or blindfolded. Or not wearing her glasses. I don’t know why she can’t see him. I don’t even know why they’re kissing in this scene! The question is do you think she’d recognize him just by his kiss?
Rachel: I suppose. Do you think you’d recognize Noah just by his kiss?
Grace: Yes. But only because he’s slobbery.
Rachel: Ha! Somehow I doubt that.
Grace: Is it strange kissing a different guy at first?
Rachel: How would I know? Do I look like some jowl-grabbing serial kisser to you?
Grace: Sorry. Just figured you’ve probably kissed more guys than me. My track record is one.
Rachel: Really? That’s so romantic!
Grace: How is it romantic that the only man I’ve ever kissed is my EX-HUSBAND?!
Rachel: You’re the romance writer. You figure it out.
Grace: If I could figure it out, I wouldn’t be stuck right now.
Rachel: Are we talking about your story or Noah?
Grace: Hey, I’m supposed to be the one asking the questions.
Rachel: Sorry! Got any more?
Grace: Just one. Do you think it ever makes sense for a woman to choose safety over love?
Rachel: Absolutely! But I also think it would make for a dreadfully boring story. (We’re still talking about Noah, aren’t we?)
Grace: SO... Laundry detergent, you say?