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    Meet Virginia: Friendship Texas, #3
    Meet Virginia: Friendship Texas, #3
    Meet Virginia: Friendship Texas, #3
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    Meet Virginia: Friendship Texas, #3

    By Magan Vernon

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    Everything in life has always come easily to me.

    Except Virginia, the art student studying abroad in Sicily where I'm helping at my cousin's restaurant.

    Now that I've met her, I can't get her out of my head.

    She's too good for me and we both know it.

    And even though it feels like it could be the worst thing for both of us, I can't help but want every part of her.

    Now if only we both knew how bad we were for eachother.

    Each book in the Friendship, Texas series is a STANDALONE
    *Edge of Glory
    *Rumor Has It
    *Meet Virginia
    *Part of Me
    *The One That Got Away
    *Something to Talk About
    *Love Like Crazyof my head.

    She's too good for me and we both know it.

    And even though it feels like it could be the worst thing for both of us, I can't help but want every part of her.

    Now if only we both knew how bad we were for eachother.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMagan Vernon
    Release dateAug 21, 2018
    ISBN9781386127925
    Meet Virginia: Friendship Texas, #3
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    Magan Vernon

    Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amuck around her Texas ranch.

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      Meet Virginia - Magan Vernon

      Text copyright© 2018 by Magan Vernon

      All rights reserved

      www.maganvernon.com

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form by or any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author.

      For information visit www.maganvernon.com

      Summary:  On a rare afternoon break between lunch and dinner, I stood in the back with Sammy and the guys, frying up the arancia balls for dinner. 

      Sonny Conti comes to help with the ristorante and meets the femmina, Sammy said, slapping me on the back.

      I laughed. Did you really expect anything different?

      Sammy shrugged then shook his head. Of course, I knew you'd have the girls molding like dough in your hands with that Southern drawl and your Sicilian good looks, but I didn't expect you to fall in love.

      What? I'm not in love. I just met her, I scoffed.

      But even as I said the words, I knew I was lying to myself. I hadn't even been in Sicily a month, but after meeting Virginia, I knew my life was never going to be the same

      Second Edition, July 2018

      Cover Design by Kassi Snider https://kassicoop.com/

      Edited by Jenny Sims

      For more information about the author:

      Website: www.maganvernon.com

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      Facebook Page: www.facebook.com/authormaganvernon

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      Dedicated to my T-Rex.

      I’d never left the country until I met you. I never imagined I’d go to Sicily and see a symphony or walk through the botanical gardens. You’re the muse for every single one of my book boyfriends, even though you forget to put your socks in the hamper.

      Love you to the moon and back.

      Chapter 1

      My sister was getting on a private plane to spend the summer at her dream college with her dream guy, and I was about to be crammed in coach on a sixteen-hour ride to Palermo, Sicily.

      Partly my choice.

      I’d graduated from the University of Texas at Austin almost two years ago, and the only thing I’d done with my life was continue working at my parents’ restaurant in middle-of-nowhere Friendship, Texas. After a brief phone call with a lot of yelling in Italian, my pops informed me that his cousin Sammy’s wife was having another baby and needed help with their restaurant while they kept up with all five or six or however many kids they had. Since Lia was off with her Olympic swimmer boyfriend, and my older brother, Nicky, just had a baby with his wife, I was volunteered to go help.

      The flight to O’Hare was a breeze, but I had to mentally psych myself up to get on the plane from Chicago to Rome then Rome to Palermo. That would usually mean a lot of time at the airport bar, but I didn’t want to spend the entire time in the pisser on the plane, so I put in my ear buds and relaxed to some music before it was my turn to board.

      I had a window seat in the back, but of course, a happy couple already had to be sitting in the middle and aisle seat.

      I didn’t even bother, taking out my ear buds and shoving my backpack in the overhead compartment before muttering, I’m the window seat.

      Excuse me? the beast of a guy asked, staring at me with his eyebrows raised. The girl next to him just leaned back against her seat. She was kind of hot for an older lady, but the bags under her eyes said she either didn’t sleep much last night or didn’t sleep much ever. Either the guy was rocking her, or she hated to fly as much as the rest of the world did.

      I’m in the window seat, dude. See. I held up my ticket.

      The guy smirked. I heard you. I thought maybe you’d actually ask politely instead of sounding like a stuck-up brat who can’t bother to take his ear buds out long enough to have a polite conversation.

      Man, the guy was a dick. I would have said something back to him if his biceps weren’t clearly the size of bowling balls, and with his straight stature, he was clearly military. The kind who probably carried, and if he didn’t, he could still kill me with his bare hands like he probably did to a lot of other olive-skinned guys.

      My bad, I said, removing my ear buds. I’m in the window seat. Can I please get past y’all?

      That’s better, the guy said before standing up and nudging the woman next to him. She hooked her arm around his elbow, and they edged their way to the aisle so I could get past them and into the window seat.

      I put my ear buds back in but could still hear them talking in hushed tones and saw him constantly squeezing her hand.

      I’d never traveled with a girl other than my mom, sister, and sister-in-law. The closest I had to a longtime girlfriend was my partner in chemistry my sophomore year at UT Austin. The only reason I passed that class was because I traded sex for homework help. She dumped me once she was made a teaching assistant, and I was pretty sure she started sleeping with the professor.

      Once the plane started its ascension to the skies, the woman put a death grip on the armrest between us. I swore that the seats had started getting smaller and smaller the last few years, and now, her twitching arm was right on top of me.

      Part of me wanted to ask to switch seats with the girl behind me who was in full makeup and a giant ass Texas blowout at eight in the morning, but I had a feeling shaky arms would be better conversation than Beauty Queen Betty.

      The guy next to her kept whispering and stroking her arm, but she still had her eyes shut and

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