Wyatt Gardner sat in his police cruiser, watching person after person walk down the sidewalk in front of him. Most of them were women, and they were dressed nicely, with wedges and pumps and skirts, so he knew they were going to the September Sandy Singles event.
That was why he’d driven from the police station to the community center, too. He just couldn’t quite get himself to get out of the car. Yet.
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