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“Oh! Sorry.” He begins to step backward, stumbling. “Didn’t mean to disturb you,” he says hurriedly and practically runs away. I watch in horror and amusement.

Connor glances at me with puppy dog eyes, and I narrow my eyes at him. “I can’t believe you did that,” I whisper yell.

He starts to laugh. “Don’t start whispering now. You were just very loud.” I scoot across the backseat and climb out of the truck. I slap my hands against his chest.

“Connor!” I walk away to get in the front seat, but he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back to him.

“I’m sorry. But the dude could not have been that clueless.” He gives me that smile that always makes me melt. I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from smiling back.

“If I take you in the backseat again, will you forgive me?” he asks. That makes me laugh, and I shake my head at him.

“Probably,” I admit.

He leans down and kisses me long and hard. “That’s good ammo.” I smirk at him as he leads me to the front seat and opens the door for me. It’s so hard to stay mad at someone who makes you laugh constantly.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CONNOR

“A MARGARITAand a beer,” I tell the bartender. Turning, I watch Becca sit at a high table near the dance floor. She looks hot as fuck in her tight jeans, white tank top, and cowgirl boots. I see her waving and glance toward the door. Julian and Bailey walk in—Bailey with a big smile and Julian grumpy as ever. Bailey practically skips over to the table Becca is sitting at. Julian asks Becca something, and she points toward me.

His head turns in my direction, and he scowls as he walks over. “Hey, brother.” I greet him.

“This was your idea, wasn’t it?” He asks. The bartender puts my drinks on the counter; I hand him my card and start a tab.

“Trust me, when Bailey starts dancing, you won’t regret coming,” I tell him. Interest brightens his eyes, and he nods as he orders him, and Bailey drinks.

“You’re probably right.” He states. “Besides, we didn’t get a chance to go on many dates until recently. With her being my student and everything.” He looks out at her and smiles. She and Becca are laughing over something.

I sip from my beer as we wait for his drinks. “I talked to Becca about putting her in my will and making her my beneficiary.”

He leans against the bar and arches an eyebrow. “How did she take that?”

I take a deep breath. “It shook her up a little, but I need to be prepared just in case.”

He nods in agreement. “Yeah. Bailey wasn’t thrilled about it, either. She understood, though. She said her mom was financially stable when her dad died because he had such a large life insurance policy. It’s a necessary evil.”

The bartender places the drinks in front of him, and Julian starts a tab too. We walk over to the girls, handing them their drinks.

“So, Connor. Bec tells me you have the best dad jokes.” I raise an eyebrow at Becca, and she grins into her drink. “So, can you tell me one?” Bailey asks.

I sit on the chair next to Becca, leaning back and putting my arm behind her. “You know it’s fun to sing in the shower until you get soap in your mouth,” I say. Becca’s shoulders start shaking as she tries to hide her laughter.

Bailey’s eyes squint like she’s trying to figure it out. “Okay…” She draws the word out.

“Then it becomes a soap opera.” Becca starts laughing, Julian groans, and Bailey claps her hands as she starts laughing too.

“Another one!” She demands.

I raise an eyebrow at Julian. “Julian knows some too. We grew up in the same house for fourteen years.” Julian glares at me as Bailey turns to him expectantly.

“Have you been holding out on me?” She asks. I chuckle as I take a sip of my beer. He holds out for about two seconds until Bailey starts pouting.

“Fine! What do a tick and the Eiffel Tower have in common?” He asks. My cheeks are beginning to hurt from smiling so much.

“What?” Bailey replies.

“They’re both Paris sites.” He tells her with a grin.

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