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“What's in your pocket?”

“None of your business.”

Her eyes widen.

Fuck. Wrong answer.

Everything about her changes.

Callie loves things that are none of her business. It's practically a hobby.

She lunges.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

I catch her around the waist before she gets a hand into my pocket.

She laughs as I lift her off the floor. “Put me down!”

“Stop trying to pickpocket me.”

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar!”

Alibi shoots off the couch and starts barking.

“Not helping,” I tell him.

He barks louder.

Callie twists in my arms. “Alibi, get him!”

“He weighs twenty pounds.”

“He's fierce.”

Alibi sneezes.

I stare at her.

She starts laughing.

Fuck.

I set her on her feet but keep both hands on her waist.

Her eyes immediately go back to my pocket.

“No.”

“I didn't do anything.”

“You were thinking about it.”

“You don't know what I'm thinking.”