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Patrick Moss was one of us. More importantly, he was mine.
Until he became famous.
He traded our love in for his career, and it paid off.
So how can I blame him?
Me, I live to work.
I’m the resident costume designer at Driven Dance Theater, and I have everything I need: dancers who need me, a steady supply of Americanos, and a healthy obsession with designer clothes.
Who needs love?
I have a reputation to uphold.
At Driven, we’re family.
But now he’s back with those killer green eyes, and the company isn’t big enough for the both of us.
Especially after closing night—and one delicious moment of weakness.
His music may be the best.
Our director may need all the help he can get.
This company may be in serious trouble.
But we had a deal.
That’s why I’m quitting.
Unless Patrick quits first.