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“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Feel sorry for me.”
“I don’t.”
“Good.”
“Your ego seems remarkably healthy.”
I grin. “There she is.”
“Who?”
“The girl who used to stare at me.”
Her entire face goes red. “I did not.”
“You walked into a cabinet once.”
Clara looks horrified. “I hate both of you.”
I laugh. “Relax, sweetheart. I thought it was cute.”
“I was a kid.”
“It was cute.”
“Can we never discuss this again?”
“No.”
Someone approaches behind her. Clara notices before I do and her shoulders stiffen.
“Clara.”
Quarter-Zip.
He stops beside us with the blonde. Up close, he looks exactly like the kind of guy parents want their daughters to marry.
Clean-cut.
Polite.
Safe.
“Evan.”
His eyes move to me. “Hale.”
“Mercer.”
“This is Sienna.”
The blonde smiles. “Hi.”
Clara returns it.
