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If giving me shit about being a spy makes him hungry, the Goldfish won’t cut it.

He gulps the full glass and is still coughing a little after he’s done. And then he looks at the chips.

“Wheat germ and flax chips? Wha—whatisthis? Is this real food? I eat just about anything, but this—this looks suspicious. This looks like you’re trying to distract me from asking about your lady and your wedding.”

“Doing a friend a favor. That’s it.”

“What friend? You don’t have friends except us.”

If Beck had spent five minutes in town, he’d know the answer to that. So he’s clearly been holed up at his house and hasn’t seen a single solitary soul in Shipwreck since Cooper and Waverly’s wedding.

Tillie Jean did a good job of keeping that gossip quiet until the wedding was over.

She was fucking serious about not upstaging her brother.

I shrug at Beck. “It’s a generalized term forsomeone I know who needs a favor.”

“And a wedding is a favor?”

“You remember when Ms. Wilson didn’t want Tripp and Levi to know she was dating the Fireballs’ manager?”

He grins. “And you told them she was dating the car guy.”

“Car guy was in on it. He did Ms. Wilson a favor being the fall guy until she was ready to tell them the truth. Myladyand myweddingare just a favor.”

“With or without benefits?”

Fuck me, now I’m thinking about the way Sloane kissed me again.

Her soft curves pressed against me. The scent of cinnamon in her hair. Soft lips that tasted like a top-shelf margarita.

Been a while since I kissed a woman.

Been longer since I kissed a woman and didn’t want to stop.

And now I’m in danger of being indecent in front of a toddler. “Your daughter’s eating dirt.”

“Probably tastes better than these chips. Hey, Ava, want to try something gross? Uncle Davis thinks these are real chips. Also, he’s getting married. Want to be a flower girl?”

“That’s low, man,” I mutter while Ava comes running.

“What a fower-grr?” she asks.

“It’s when you wear a pretty dress at a wedding.”

Her nose wrinkles. “Ew. No dwess.”

Good answer.

The fewer wedding guests, the less likely someone will let it slip that the whole wedding is staged.

I don’t want to make more trouble for Sloane.

Her situation seems complicated as hell.

Know a thing or two about that too.

And it’s bothering me that I want to know very specifically what all of her complications are. Not just the ones I’ve put together with context clues, butallof them.