Love Ends at Daybreak
From the back cover
The ninth time the bicycle my boyfriend gave me got ridden off by someone, I didn't go tearing through the security footage anymore. Instead I just smiled at the girl. "Fine. Guess I really did mistake it for mine." It was the last day I'd been invited to lecture as an honorary professor at Carrington University. My bicycle had been ridden off nine times, and if I still couldn't figure out what was going on, then I really was a fool.
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