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“Nope. But I beat up a couple of Cub Scouts in second grade. Does that count?”
“Mitch.”
“What? They were hassling Amelia Fornroy. Not cool. Dad always taught us not to hit girls.”
“Smart man.”
“He grew up with four older sisters. He learned fast that women are mean, vicious creatures. But if you’re nice, they make you cookies.” Mitch laughed and escaped before she could hit him with a spoon.
She smiled into her pot. From laughing to nearly crying to feeling as if she was falling in lo— Becca shocked herself straight and reminded her hormonal alter ego to take a break from all the kissing and fussing and remember that they were friends. And that’s all they’d be.
Liar.
