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I lean closer. “If I’m your boyfriend, I’m not standing three feet away from you while you introduce me.”

Her eyes narrow. “What does that mean?”

“It means if Mercer looks at us, sweetheart, I want him wondering what I did to you five minutes before we walked into the room.”

Her lips part.

Fuck.

I like that look on her.

Too much.

“This is a terrible idea,” she says.

“Definitely.”

“You’d actually go?”

“Sure.”

“Why?”

I should say because Lila’s my sister.

Because I’m already here.

Because watching Quarter-Zip lose that smug expression sounds entertaining.

Instead I look at Clara.

“Maybe I want to see what twenty thousand dollars gets you.”

Her cheeks go pink again.

She points a finger at me. “There would be rules.”

“Of course there would.”

“No sex.”

“Okay.”

That stops her. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“No argument?”

“Why would I argue?”

She studies me like she’s waiting for the joke.

There isn’t one.

“Anything else?” I ask.

“Yes.”