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“Chaos.”

Beck rubs his jaw. “Now we're getting somewhere.”

Roman turns his head. “If you tell her, I'll kill you.”

I look at Beck. “Is that a real threat?”

He shrugs. “With him? Fifty-fifty.”

“Beck.”

“Probably seventy-thirty.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

Beck laughs and starts toward his truck.

I follow him. “Wait!”

“Don't you fucking dare.”

I ignore Roman.

“Did you kiss him?”

Beck stops. “Did you just ask if I kissed Roman?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Jesus Christ,” Roman murmurs.

I point at Beck, then look at Roman. “Did Beck kiss you?”

“You just asked him that.”

“I'm corroborating his story.”

He glares at me. “No, we didn’t kiss.”

Beck starts laughing again.

“Did someone compliment your lips?”

“No.”

“Lip-sync contest?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“A kissing booth?”

Roman stares at me like he's considering homicide.

Beck howls with laughter as he heads toward his truck.

I hurry after him. “Give me a hint.”