Robbie

My coworker died before I could apologize. That's a regret I've had to live with. Then on New Year's Eve, there he is—or his living ghost, as gorgeous as ever. He can't be real, but if there's any chance to right my wrongdoing, I have to take it.

Brody

This guy staring at me across the bar somehow doesn't feel creepy or like he's hitting on me. He seems shocked, almost afraid. And he's a guy I wouldn't toss out of bed for eating crackers, so when he gets the courage to come talk to me, I figure what the hell. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight.

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