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He didn’t think he’d made a scene but after he got back to the table where Sierra sat, she asked him what was wrong. “Nothing. Why?”
She nodded to where Candy was glaring at him. “That’s her, isn’t it? The woman from Vegas.”
“Yeah. How did you know?”
“Aside from the fact that you looked like you were scraping dog poop off your shoe when you removed her hand? Oh, just a guess.”
He laughed. “I’m not really mad at her. If she hadn’t dumped me I’d never have met you.”
Their gazes locked. “I’ll have to thank her sometime.”
“Does that mean you’ll go out with me?”
“Sorry.” She patted his arm. “Why ruin a perfect night?”
Before he could think of an answer she turned away and began talking to Letty.
Well, shit.
